A Beacon of Responsibility

Stepping on Cracks
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The plan: leave class; pursue an afternoon of making the liver earn its keep.

This, after a four Guinness morning and a week of corporation-fueled frustration, seemed the best way to usher in the post noon hours. Perfect answer to a four page long to do list. An ideal mechanism for avoiding cunt of a boss thoughts.

A little walking, a little talking, some drinking and library book returning, then napping and introspecting, and before you know it, it's time to squeegee the Third Eye.

We could all use a little of that from time to time. And what better time than the anniversary of Jesus' death? Christ, how morbid. Almost as bad as that time in New York City with a thirty year old teenager and the blood of the lamb.

God, was that awful. And rhetorically so.