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That was scary - snow outside, the vcr shorting out the tv, half the cable channels out of commission, the other half running on about Iraq (so what), and then DSL went down. What next, no phone? What am I supposed to do, read?

I got my hair cut yesterday - and came up with brilliant idea of having my face waxed at the same time so I wouldn't have to shave on vacation. It seemed like an idea, and someone once told me wax is not as bad as tweezing. It didn't hurt much, but my face did not like it. It is retaliating. Red skin, scabs, and a lovely assortment of whiteheads now greet me in the mirror. Mental note - shaving better than waxing.

I now have a deepthroat icon - hope it's work-safe.

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"As for the econ exam -- OUCH!!! ... Absolutely no clue. I didn't miss a lecture, but could not have done worse on the exam if I hadn't attended a single class."

That's the second person I've talked to with similar sentiments. I have more hope for that curve than I did 2 days ago.

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Is it a feeling; is it an expression; or am I being manipulated through the evocation of an archetype? Is the dream more important than the reality? What is it like to be thrust into that spotlight, idealized? Is there a point that you realize that it is you there? When there, do you consciously decide to play that role in the hope of inspiring others who will see through the illusion as you might? Do they see and still play the role as prescribed? Continue the circle? History making men, making history...( Another painting )

So much achieved, and nothing.