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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.

I feel the same way about ticket-taking.


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.


Ben you're exactly right about data entry. So right that I have now vowed never to take a job as a ticket-taker.

Matt, have fun w/ the other boys this weekend. Sorry I can't join y'all. Sniff.

I confess that I'm sitting on my ass when I have students coming over for a nice ladies' brunch in a couple of hours, and so I must shower, dress, go to the grocery store, and bake a quiche. Not to mention that pesky need to actually, oh, prepare for what we're meeting about.

I confess that it seems my motivation for doing my job is reaching new lows. On the up side, I started working on that book proposal this morning.


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.


I confess to avoiding my spanish class like the plague...


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.

Sorry; going to a BBQ tonight with a (french) church historian and others.


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.

Aah sweet misery of impossibility!


I confess to not contributing to "my" "blog" in months, and being satisfied with merely commenting on OPB.

I confess to losing most of my interest in day-to-day politics after reading/clicking through Matt Savinar's site a couple of months ago.

I confess to being subject to irrational bouts of self-hatred when it comes to my writing, which bouts paradoxically increase the more validation I get.

I confess to still enjoying dumb internet "Which Dave Clark Five Member Are You?"-type quizzes.


I confess to being jealous of George W.'s view.


I confess that I plan on attending many more concerts than I actually do attend.

I confess that it's a damn shame when someone with a great figure doesn't have a good face.

I confess that I eat too much cheap candy, and not enough expensive candy.


I confess that it's a damn shame when someone with a great figure doesn't have a good face.

I confess those are the one's I love the most.

I confess to loving those on the other end of the scale too. Those with beautiful faces, and horrible bodies.

I confess to loving the female form in a shamelessly male pig kind of way.


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.

I also confess that there is a version of "The Star Spangled Banner" by someone like Christina Aguilera playing somewhere in my office.
I confess that I hate patriotic songs.


I confess that was me.


I confess that I like some patriotic songs, including one whose name I can't remember sung by Son House.

I confess that I hate myself for liking sardines.


I confess that I once ate a peanut butter, jelly, and sardine sandwich.


Joe Drymala, I know what you mean about self-hatred increasing in proportion to the amount of praised received.

My data entry assignment is over -- because I worked faster than they thought, presumably. Fine with me -- by mid-Monday, I was projecting that it would descend into abject suckitude.


Misplaced modifier!

Every time I find one, I experience orgasm.


I confess that I'm late in confessing


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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