Duty calls. In a few hours I must get up and trudge across the city and bow to the silicon god for another day. I am a god-damned, freaking, bloody monk. I will practice my asceticism in my grey cubicle and perform my rituals in time with the almighty clock. I will render unto Caesar more than his fair share and give up the rest to pay my tithe to the Unholy Church of the Dreaded Student Loan. It's so much fun. Everybody is doing it.

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Friday's Vancouver Province Headline:

Majority in BC Support Referendum on Land Claims

Today's Vancouver Province Headline:

Majority in BC Support Legalization of Pot

And the Vancouver Province supports whatever will sell the most newspapers to the hoards of brainless sensualists that infest the suburbs.

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Another bout of moodiness endured. I have moments where I want to change the whole damn world all at once and beat myself up for not having done it yet. They don't exactly represent the best parts of my personality, but I've learned over the years that they are integral to my process. The feeling that I haven't done enough keeps me doing things. The feeling that nothing is quite good enough keeps me improving myself.

I don't know what I am more afraid of: being talked about or not being talked about at all.

Trish knows what I am talking about.

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