The Impossible Dream
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''To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go, to right the unrightable wrong, to love, pure and chaste, from afar; to try when your arms are too weary; to reach the unreachable star. This is my Quest---to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far, to fight for the right without question or pause'' (The Impossible Dream - lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)
Nightskye 2004 Tempest's Nanowrimo
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Monday, April 09, 2007
Everybody's heating up their Easter left overs for lunch and it smells so good in here. OMFG someone dropped off cannolis from a New York bakery. ::must . . . be . . .strong:: Everytime someone opens the box, I get a great whiff of cannoli. Yankee Candle should make a candle out of that scent. OK I peeked in the box. It's assorted Italian patries -- including chocolate cannolis. Can you even imagine?I had a great long weekend. But as always, I'm glad to be back at work. For one, there's a paycheck and insurance benefits. But also there's a nice structure to my day. I feel like I'm accomplishing something. And it really helps to get my mind working and getting organized. We're still slow here, so it gives me time to get my household stuff in order as well as catch up on my life. We haven't heard that our Stamford law class next week is cancelled, so I think it's still a go. Or perhaps they're waiting until the absolute last gong to shut it down. This weekend we're off to the law library in Hartford. Joy. The only good part about that day is that we'll be having dinner that night with Beekeeper R and M and get to see little V. Otherwise, I have an assload of homework to do and unfortunately a lot of questions that I might have to ask one of the attornies here for because god forbid the instructors return an e-mail. I also have an assload of reading to do, but I'm not worried about that so much.
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