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March 16, 2006
Fretting
I was given advice after the my London interview that the next few weeks would be the most relaxed time of my life. I'm fortunate enough to be in the situation where I have, not only, a bird-in-the-hand, but also two-in-the-bush. My mind is set, my choice has already been made. The scramble starts when I finally get the decision.Why has this been the most tense time of my life then?
Call it the impetuousness of youth, but I'm on pins and needles here. There's a ;million things going on all around, work is busy, life is busy, and I'm just meandering around like some zombie. It's even affecting my sleep at this point.
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Back to speaking of life being busy, we're celebrating my deep Irish roots this St. Patrick's Day with a kegger at the Loft. It's nice that Moyse, Borough and I have found the passion to start entertaining again. I don't really remember why we stopped before.All I know is that my Thanksgiving turkey is the subject of much epic poetry - even the Gods weep at its succulence.
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