November 2014
August 2014
It might help if I would actually write a real blog entry and not bullcrap.
My friend's daughter had her baby last Tuesday. He is 7 pounds. She's got her grandchild, her son, her dil, herself and an immigrant in that 16 x 80 trailer. The other day, her dil had a step sister over there, so that makes about six people in that space.
My son is flailing in school. Yes, I said flailing and not failing. The black folk call him "white boy" and he hates it. He can now write, do math and read fairly well but he hates school with a passion.
Anyway, the day has been semi productive. The old "TRAC" materials were picked up. The atlases were picked up. The maps were mailed out. The media list was compiled. I'm so tired.
I am listening to the Gita and waiting for work to be over. People enjoy laughing at me at least once a day. Sometimes, the people *forget* to laugh at me and mock me, but normally when they remember to, they do.
It is ten until 4:00 but I want to go home. I am still having cognitive problems. I don't know how much longer I have.
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Anyway.................
One of the greatest blasphemies is the taking of one's freedom of thought, dictating matters of the heart and the theft of another's personal peace.
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