I'm reading Don Quixote. I'm about 1/5 of the way through. He has just set free the prisoners being sent to the galley. I'm not sure about it - it's amusing, entertaining, insightful, but if it ends up being 800 more pages of exactly this, it may get old. I'm not hoping for it to pick up sometime soon, but I do want to see some point to the wanderings soon. How arrogant of me to demand so much of one of the finest pieces of literature in the West!
I feel like I contribute nothing to anything. We are right now working on justifying our existence.
We have $INTERDEPARTMENTAL Olympics tomorrow. What friggin' fun. Still, it essentially gives me an afternoon off. An afternoon not to have to justify my existence?
I should've grabbed a jacket today. I'm cold when outside in my shirt sleeves. I have to walk about a mile this evening after work.
I want things to be as they should be. Is that so hard?
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