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"I'm too frustrated to do what it would take to get myself unfrustrated." Has a thought like that crossed your mind recently? I bet it has. Or how about this: "I'm too confused to figure out what questions I'd need to ask to clarify the issues." Again, I'd be surprised if you haven't felt that way in the last few days. What to do about it? Here's my solution: Stop the world. Drop out of your trance. Run away to a sanctuary where you can make time stand still for a few days. Empty your mind, relax your ambitions, and steep yourself in primal silence.

Interesting. This reminds me of something I said on the phone this evening. It appears I'm taking the right way out and supplying myself with a reasonable solution. Bonus!

Yay, The Onion :-)

Since becoming Attorney General in January 2001, Ashcroft has placed a number of limits on civil liberties, restrictions which have earned him the enmity of the ACLU and other such organizations. Recently, however, Ashcroft has also begun to draw criticism from another sector: angry peasant villagers. Chasing him with pitchforks, torches, and dogs through the foggy streets of the nation's capital, irate mobs have emerged in recent weeks as a substantial obstacle to Ashcroft's plans.

"Arrrrrrrrgh!" said Ashcroft as he fled one recent mob, before disappearing into the night.

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One housemate retrieved from Oakland and brought to lunch. Yes.

It was a bit ago, but I was feeling too lazy to post.

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You know, Instant Messenger clients must have been a boon to the visually-minded among us.

When you want to bitch to your friends about something, you can just bring up the list and visually check... "Okay, who do I want to bother right now?"

Counting the hours...

One more day of work. Then on Friday, I drive down to SB. Awwwww yeah.

In the mean time, much laundry and dishwashing is happening. This is partially because for the first time in weeks, I have some actual motivation. Just in time for unemployment!