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Free! Free at last, free at last!
I passed in my graduate project... I am quite amazed at the depravity of my work. It is quite possible the greatest tragedy ever written. Cross your fingers and burn some candles so that the blind may revisit their beauty and smile on me.
I am definitively not a winter person. The cold bitter winds gnaw at my bones, like a giant or a dog, maybe a rodent of some kind. I have been pouring every ounce of energy I could muster for the past 10 weeks to avoid writing my project. The worst part is that the project is quite interesting. A friend from my undergrad ended up in the Peruvian Amazon living in a village populate by the Shipibo. The Shipibo are a magical people who love to get high, really high, and dance with anacondas. Anyway, she loved it and wanted to go back to alleviate poverty. My project was to develop a plan to found a NGO for her to facilitate this alleviation.
It is done and passed in. I hope , oh sweet hope, that it is accepted and I may continue on my way. I am thinking about joining a weekly hold 'em tournament once I find some work...