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Happy Easter!

I halfway thought of posting something detailed and religious today, but it’s a day of rest, and the eye of a big storm that won’t be over until sometime in May. That said, revel in this; isn’t it beautiful?

And what a good Friday it was! I got up with Jessica, and after she left I did my morning “chores”: stretched, cleaned, blogged. Didn’t have enough time for Spanish. But from that point on, it was all religion.

I walked to the Oratory in time for the twelve o’clock Stations of the Cross.

Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, and Robert Johnson.

Fortunately, I’m almost out of this particularly unpleasant thicket.

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– YESTERDAY – A good day. I got a lot accomplished, and wnet up to the roof to start reading Wittgenstein’s Mistress which I am enjoying greatly so far. Of course, I have to reread Ryder… that’s not going so hot, and I barely cracked Gravity’s Rainbow.

We should all go out and wash sombody’s feet.

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No time! There is no time today to ramble on through my blog. Too much to do! Too much to do!

– YESTERDAY – Yesterday was exhausting, and I felt a little queasy at the end, like I ate too much of something rich, very quickly.

– YESTERDAY – Not a bad day overall. I wasn’t tired. After work I ran a couple errands around New School and Manhattan. I’d misplaced my keys at home, so I had to wait on the stairs for Jess to let me in.

Don’t remember much, although this was drawing near the close of my second and final year at Valley Private School in Grand Blanc Township (today in Flint). My time there was kind of a strange experience, anyway… it was an experimental (and expensive program) where we didn’t receive grades but written evaluations and were allowed to choose out own textbooks, given certain limitations.

– YESTERDAY – I felt lousy all day long: my teeth hurt, had a sore-throat, and I was exhausted. My hypochondriac mind kicked in and imagined it all to be something dreadful, but today I feel a lot better (though still very tired).

I’m getting really tired of people, friends, indiscriminately ragging on the quality of American made vehicles.

Now I have to qualify this, because in objecting to a generalized smear, I don’t want to be guilty of one myself.

• I don’t mind when people complain about the mileage (in general) of GM vehicles, because this is an area in which GM has generally suffered for many years, or rather, is an area in which GM has declined to compete.