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7:56 pm + 2003-07-23 = at work.

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i've just had an epiphany of sorts. hunting and admissions phoning are quite similar: neither are popular things to do, neither are all that productive, both require a certain moral-backslide for me, both require guns (hunting, self-explanatory. admissions phoning, gun is needed as cure for moments of intense, agonising boredom. the only difference between hunting and admissions phoning is that no where is there a bumpersticker that reads "i'd rather be admissions phoning." and now that i think of it, even though my animalrights convictions have fallowed, i still can't bring myself to kill an animal intentionally (birds with car on highway, totally different story)... but in comparison to admissions phoning... i think i WOULD rather be hunting.

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