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  <title>music like vaccines</title>
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  <description>When you find a song that really epitomizes your current emotional/psychological state what do you do?  What if it&apos;s not really a pleasant state?  What if it is making you crazy?  Do you try to inure yourself against it?  I do.  I put it on and breathe and breathe and breathe.  I build up a tolerance.</description>
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  <title>the clock is tickin&apos;</title>
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  <description>Things are gearing down.  I&apos;m supposed to be at the denoument stage of writing, but its more like the climax in a suspense thriller.  Today I arrived at work to find that my account had expired and I was locked out of my computer.  I feel like a hacker or something, although all I did to get internet access was unplug the jack from my desktop and pop it into my lap top... Still, I&apos;m using this line without an active account.  It&apos;s a real pain b/c all my shit is on that computer, and I&apos;m frozen out.  I&apos;m sure when I last did the account approval paperwork I thought I&apos;d be done by now.  I should be done by now.  Instead, my thesis has turned monsterous and grizzly.  It is a giant mountain that gets bigger the nearer I approach it.  It is beyond daunting.  I feel like the task is impossible, and the closer I get to the deadline, the less likely it seems I&apos;ll meet it.  I know its all in that first step.  Just start.  Just start.  But here I am, procrastinating. Hoowah.</description>
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