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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
in the week or so since my last serenade, i have shed the intolerable cloak of feigned ambitions and returned to whence i came. no more morning commutes with my adopted brethren of the disgruntled working world. no more greetings from that ugly desk and grey computer that taunted me with the inevitability of another day spent making copies and filing bullshit paperwork for that poor lot so cleverly connived into thinking the work they awoke to each morning and took home with them each night was somehow a worthwhile expenditure of their waning concentration and intellectual vitality. no, it is over now and this is the last you can expect of my post facto bitching.
all is right now in the world (except for everything save my work situation. elaborate? certainly. check out swizzard's and my new blog -- prosthetic credibility). i have taken more hours (they were given to me after much pleading, actually) at my most beloved haven of philosophical tutelage and architectural wonder -- the house of the temple home of the scottish rite masons - southern jourisdiction. tours available! 8am-330pm weekdays! don't be frightened, they're good people!
meanwhile, all free time is being funneled into my stunted pursuit (stunted by my relative lack of this so-called "free time") of the arabic language + the ever growing stack of books just begging to be read. [why -- you might ask -- in light of this time-shortage activity-surplus, would i spend time corresponding with myself on this here lonely forum? an excellent question.] for now, suffice to say it is early still and the tour seekers have yet to show their faces at our door.
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