Forgive the disconnected ramble. Or don't. :) I'm just emptying some spare thoughts. Help yourself.

Our couch is a monstrosity. It looks cushy and comfortable, but it actually swallows you whole. Once you've sat down, you can't get up. And never has my back ached nor my arse numbed so swiftly. Evil creature. Crouching in wait in the living room for anyone who wants to watch TV. Ow....

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How is it possible that management can both be utter common sense and make *no* sense at the same time? Is it a special talent? Or is it just me, my mind working in strange and incomprehensible ways yet again? Or maybe I need to actually experience management in order to know what all the related stuff means. Sigh. A chat with my father is clearly in order.

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And how fun is math?! I mean, it's not *hard* math---percentages and projections and such---but I actually listen to music while I'm punching calculator buttons and researching population statistics on this or that. I absolutely can't listen to music when I'm writing, but with the math it makes the work go much faster. Maybe that's why I always used to hum and sing while doing math homework. (Caaarrry the twoooo...and that makes seeeeventeeen....) Did anyone else do that? I mean, Rose Red did, but she's my sister so there's a certain amount of strange habits that you expect to see carried over the genetic party line.

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I've been pondering that song of John Mayer's, "Belief"...specifically the quote, "Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword...like punching underwater, you never can hit who you're trying for." And whatever he's saying in the song, it's kind of an interesting thought. Because in medieval terms, it was intense, daily practice that enabled a warrior to wield gracefully even a heavy sword. And while it was slower than a lighter weapon, it could shatter that lighter weapon with a blow.

If you carry the metaphor, what does that say about belief? That the most dedicated are the most dangerous? That a warrior---metaphysical or physical---can only truly wield his belief if he exercises it everyday? When considering some beliefs, that's a bit horrifying. But each belief has a different notion of "wield," too, so it can be rather a beautiful sentiment. Imagine gaining strength in the muscles that exercise your belief---in my case, my reason, hope, faith, confidence, so much---by wielding that belief every day in every aspect of your life.

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Waah! I miss my romance novels! I've been so, so good...I've been statistic-ing and calculating and analyzing. I've been reading textbooks and listening to lectures. I've been pondering RAM and buses and TCP/IP. And instead of reading romance novels, I've been broadening my horizons with The Time Traveler's Wife and Stormy Weather and THR3E---all appropriately followed by their corresponding book reports. But I MISS MY ROMANCE NOVELS, dammit! All the lovely brooding heroes, the Regency slang, the happy endings! ::whimper:: Some people drink. Some people do drugs. I read. And I'm in bloody withdrawal. Grrrr....

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