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Wow, I think I'm the only person who slept well last night. A little too well, in fact, considering the difficulty I had getting myself up.

Last night I started working on a skirt that I'd meant to make last year but which ended up languishing on the pile of pending projects. It went so well last night that I'm wondering if I might have time to finish it this afternoon/evening to wear it out to DIE. (Going home and getting straight to work would also have the benefit of keeping me from wandering into any shops on the way home--a risk on Tuesdays when I have that time available.) I'll have my skirt soon, regardless, which will be nice.

One final note: If I'm nice enough to rescue a spider from drowning when he falls into the shower, shouldn't I have some sort of political immunity against bites? Ungrateful little bastards.

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Wow. Again, I find my disillusionment has depths yet unplumbed.

I remember how it felt to be picked on. I could go right back to that place in a moment if circumstances were right. I don't want to see a friend go through it now.

There are some cases where I can say, "Consider the source." There are others where I don't think harm is meant, but people need to get their heads out of their asses and think about their actions. And then there are people who really should know better.

I know this comes and goes, I know it's neither the first nor last time. But this time it's getting to me. I believe I'll be taking a leave of absence from the SG Board for a while. Too bad, because I was starting to enjoy it again.