a bigger plate

otherwise known as higher capacity, is what i need. or, as T will argue, it really isn't your fault after three-and-a-half years of non-study courtesy of the-arts-conditioning. i can't decide if i'm upset or happy at that excuse - another whole topic worthy of a post in itself. (for the record, i say pishposh. we work ok!)

there is so much to say, but since i've worked myself out of the flood - fancy talk for a process involving some serious panda eyes - i think regurgitating it here and now is only going to be an aggrivator for disasterous spinoffs rather than time to pent. but believe you me, i will come back with fresh bite. and THEN oh boy won't you hear about it.

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if discipline weren't an option, how would we do the things we do, or dodge the things we don't, and not get screwed?

who went and made the world all about doing what we need to do not just the things we like? i very much feel responsibility and pleasure are not mutually exclusive, so if it takes all kinds, why shouldn't the-way-it-just-is be one that satisfies?