Usually, my job is a series of useless days followed by
even more useless days, but for some reason this has been a
week from hell-- and it's only Wednesday!
Lying in bed last night, I started thinking about how my
life would have been different if I hadn't met Protestah
that night... it was weird-- she's done so much with me, so
much to me, and so much for me, that having a concept of
self that wasn't affected by something we had shared in the
past wasn't really possible. It's kinda like defining your
being in terms of self-- it sounds funky and it doesn't
work. More thought is required before I finish this one...
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