Honestly, pissing contests over literary meanings are one of the things I don't miss about grad school. So why the heck did I get involved in one on a message board? Either I did miss such contests and wasn't aware of it, or I'm a masochist. Given my potentially fatal weakness for cinnamon bears, I'm voting for the latter. If it's bad for me, I want to do it or eat it or buy it or whatever it.
'scuse me, I'm just angry with myself this morning. I'll live.
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Deep breath, count to five and...take a nap. Naps are a definate good thing.
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