Just like the kissing scenes in The Princess Bride, I'm finding that if I can just get to the True Love part, I begin to see that work isn't so bad. I mean, I'd rather finish the story, knowing the good guys win and the Prince Humperdinks get their butts kicked with a lifetime of self-loathing. (I've been wanting to use "self-loathing" in a post.)
I just have to keep searching for Miracle Max. I'm sure he'll have the cloak and wheelbarrow I've been looking for. Besides, when work is really bad, I just have to keep in mind that I'm only mostly dead. Even a little head-jiggle should make me happy.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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