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Data entry is one of those things that I imagine would be decent for a few days and then rapidly become hellish. I actually like typing and entering data correctly--part of the pleasure of recognition, and of doing something well--but man. It couldn't last. |
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I confess that it's Friday morning, and I feel a tremendous urge to nitpick. Actually, I confess that I'm sitting at a computer when I really should be showering so I can be absolutely certain of catching the train to New Brunswick. |
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Ben you're exactly right about data entry. So right that I have now vowed never to take a job as a ticket-taker. |
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I confess to ... leaving Adam all alone and being paranoid about the wellbeing of our animals and possesions. Not because of Adam, but because Adam has begun working and is no longer home all the time. |
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I confess to avoiding my spanish class like the plague... |
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I confess I really enjoyed studying _Of Grammatology_ while at Trinity Div. School. I still have no idea what I really think of it (i.e. would take a public stand on)--well, there were a few pages I have opinions about. |
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I confess I'm watching a cute devoted Catholic girl eat a banana right across from me in the computer lab, and getting sort of turned on. |
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I confess to not contributing to "my" "blog" in months, and being satisfied with merely commenting on OPB. |
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I confess to being jealous of George W.'s view. |
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I confess that I plan on attending many more concerts than I actually do attend. |
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I confess that it's a damn shame when someone with a great figure doesn't have a good face. |
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I confess that I accidentally woke up at 11:50, when I had to leave for work at 12. As a result, I didn't shower, and my hair is now disgustingly greasy and very inappropriate for work. |
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I confess that was me. |
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I confess that I like some patriotic songs, including one whose name I can't remember sung by Son House. |
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I confess that I once ate a peanut butter, jelly, and sardine sandwich. |
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Joe Drymala, I know what you mean about self-hatred increasing in proportion to the amount of praised received. |
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Misplaced modifier! |
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I confess that I'm late in confessing |
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I confess that I am reading this blog for the same reason that I watched the last season of ST:Voyager. I don't enjoy it, but there used to be something interesting here and I'm kind of curious how it'll end. |
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