There have been DOZENS of times in the past few weeks when I wrote huge, sprawling, moping, bitching, ranting blog posts in my head, unleashing the complex of frustration, confusion, anger, loneliness, shortness-of-breath, lust, despair and physical discomfort I've been experiencing so much in the weeks since my job at Brandeis wrapped up.
But whenever I have a moment to actually blog this stuff, it just isn't there.
Right now, mellow. Slight ache in the lower neck. A little shortness-of-breath. It was an amazing sunset. I have to go babysit and type environmental Torahs.
Maybe next time.
But whenever I have a moment to actually blog this stuff, it just isn't there.
Right now, mellow. Slight ache in the lower neck. A little shortness-of-breath. It was an amazing sunset. I have to go babysit and type environmental Torahs.
Maybe next time.
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"The best lacked all convictions," Yeats wrote, "while the worst are full of passionate intensity."
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