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Attila the Hun

Got to get myself “psyched up” to start the process of data collection today! If you’ve been here before and read the last few posts, you know that I’m not in the best of spirits. The “old graduate student hat” (prior post) is too large for this shrinking head at the moment. Not even exorcism can put the fire back in the pan, or realign my brain cells in a manner more pleasing. If you know any good jokes leave them in the comments, I need a good laugh, or at the very least to feel less serious in matters concerning the heart. Thus marching heartlessly into the future disguised as Attila the Hun (there’s a Baltimorism there somewhere) she was unrecognizable to all she encountered.

Okay hon, where are you going with this?

To hell in a hon basket I guess. When you ask for your steak rare and it comes well done, the waitress will try to hon you out of doing anything about it. And they call this charm city. Well this snake just ain’t having it well done, but then again perhaps it’s one of those rare occasions when unbeknownst to you I’ve pulled a fast one.

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”

–James Baldwin

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