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The Long Slow March Towards…More

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Someday in the not-too-distant future, holiday weekends such as this one will have more meaning for me. They won't just be about the "official end of summer" or hoisting the flag in a show of patriotism. No one should need a holiday to be proud of where they're from. Unless, of course, Barack Obama is … Continue reading The Long Slow March Towards…More

Come Look For Me If I’m Too Quiet

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Mondays. They are the bane of my existence. I get sick by 8:00 PM nearly every Sunday evening, knowing that Monday is only a few short hours away. I have a sneaking suspicion I should only work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Perhaps I shall rename the week days altogether. I'm starting to suspect that an … Continue reading Come Look For Me If I’m Too Quiet