Fuck, I love Peter Gabriel. Every time this song pops up on my iPod, I canít help but close my eyes, smile, and dance in my seat. My hands go up, my arms follow, and Iím lost in some kind of music worship. It feels good.
This morning, my mood is excellent. I arrived at the office earlier than usual and got several things taken care of before I was bothered by anyone. But when I was bothered, it was only too appropriate that it was the most bothersome person here. I handled the snide comments well, blowing off the attitude behind the words. It feels good to not let things phase me, especially when I consider their source. A little mental rant and more work, and I was as good as new.
New. I have a new class starting in a few weeks, Iím sure it will be much more taxing than my current class. Instead of no homework and no meetings, weíll have papers due every week again. I can handle it.
Iím happy to hear that a judge overturned that stupid sodomy law in Texas. I hope everybodyís out there, butt-fucking in the streets right now in celebration of their new liberty. Oh wait, thatís a privacy law, isnít it. Okay then, maybe not ďin the streets,Ē but I still hope theyíre butt-fucking. I know I will, if only to salute the winning ďunder dogĒ in this struggle.
Alright, thatís all from me for now, back to work, you know, that thing I do so well.
Aside from butt-fucking, of course.