I really can't believe it's Friday again. Jeez - life's quick.

I just erased what I typed here before this. I had some quotes typed out from some current readings, but they feel either a little premature or a little overdone, I can't tell which. Away they go.

So I'm still working on a beard. With luck, it should fill out right in time for the sun to cool down, expand, and engulf the earth. Whateva' - I'm trying, I'm trying. Facial hair has never been my strong point.

My normal head of hair is coming back in nicely, though. It's even starting to curl over again. The back definitely grows faster than the front, however, so I either need to trim it or risk a foppy, curly-ish mullet.

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"There should be less talk; a preaching point is not a meeting point. What do you do then? Take a broom and clean someone's house. That says enough."

-Mother Teresa

Hmm. 4:57AM. Seems about right.

Pick a random morning around now. Fill in a desk, a computer, me. Add some music, some pacing, and some sitting. Oh, and some low-level lighting - I'm in to that.

Don't forget the other constituent element of this very, very formulaic morning:

Pedantic ramblings - devoid of anything I could seriously call content. (Hell, even laughingly so.)

Anyone feel me on this? This odd writing limbo - some odd bermuda triangulated between fortitude, masochism, and...hope, I guess.

Ehh. I do need sleep. Building a computer with Kevin tomorrow, and I want to hit the village for food beforehand.

Always a work in progress. *sigh*

Deuces.