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"The West Wing" is like a television vortex, it just sucks you in and it is nearly impossible to escape its clutches.

"It rains nine months out of the year in Seattle." This quote keeps frolicking in my head. I love the rain, I do, but we certainly have seen our fair share this year.

Yes, I am literally talking about the weather in a blog. It has come to that.

I got a high A on a History paper and a 10/10 on another. Let me simply say that it is wonderful to be passing classes, much less know that I am doing rather well in two; Spanish is taking its toll on me.

Honestly, I have been a bit hermit Dustin when I can be again. Sometimes I feel like the regular things that others do just get to me, fatigue me, and when I can, I steal as many me moments as I can. I only write this musing to share and not thinking that I have much to share right now. It was a slow day, a lullaby to my senses.

As I have become older, I cherish the alone days and the me time, where I do not talk, do not entertain, but think, dream, watch, and just be.

That is all.
What's next?,
Dustin

Post-aside: I desperately need to learn how the hell to use the semi-colon. It eludes me. Like heterosexuality.

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