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it’s my bed. my favorite place right now, that is. guess where i am right now as i type this? yep. my friday night plans involve having to write a paper (boo)… but from the gloriousness that is my bed (yay!) i don’t know if it’s because it’s the only place i pretty much stop [...]

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not helping.

this picture really doesn’t do anything to help my immense dislike of ginger. or cauliflower.

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as of today, these little lovelies are in a box somewhere being shipped to me. saucy, aren’t they? can i pull them off?  we’ll find out…

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confessions.

when the npr station switches to the hour of celtic music, i don’t always change the channel.

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a bigger boat.

“Life is “trying things to see if they work”.” — Ray Bradbury well, as it turns out, i don’t like to do that very much.  i mean, i like to try new things, but only if i’m assured that a) they will work, b) i will like it, c) i will be successful at it, [...]

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all show, no go.

i have an interview tomorrow. for a teaching job. and i haven’t finished, you know, learning how to teach yet.  i graduate next may. it’s an interesting opportunity, and given more time perhaps i will share all the details.  you know, when i know more, etc. but needless to say, it’s exciting, it’s compelling, it’s [...]

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bleary.

i’m working with my people to try to get some kind of normal life back right now.  you know, the kind where you feel alive, and not mostly dead.  (anyone else hear the princess bride when you say that?) but until these things we are doing take hold… everything is much more of the same. [...]

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confession.

desperation. i forgot that my advanced grammar paper/research documents had to be turned in in a folder. i realized this as i was in the computer lab, heading to class late, far away from the bookstore. so, macgyver-like, i took an empty folder from the bottom of the massive lost and found pile in the [...]

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yawn. read. yawn.

A booknap is not simply reading and then sleeping in sequential order. If you set your book or magazine aside, rolled over and slept you have not booknapped. The experience should be seamless. One moment you are reading sleepily, the next you wake up with messy hair and a strange taste in your mouth.” i [...]

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