I've had a nice chat with Laura tonight, an online friend (that makes it sound somehow less than real; she's one of my best friends actually, an intellectual ally.  And yes, she would probably be pleased if I pointed out she made me read Nietzsche carefully at one point when I was sounding like a Randroid) I made about the time I actually STARTED irc'ing ages ago.  In fact, of the people I've met via the net and still count as friends, I've known her the... second longest, I do believe.   She lives too damn far away.  She has as much patience for idiocy, the half-ass, and the mundane as I do.  We tend to wreak havoc when we combine our talents.  It's just been altogether rare and infrequent!  She's that rare sort who understands the Gordon Stuber Tribute Page, and is amused.  Need I say more?

Today was otherwise uneventful.  I got chatting instead of reading much of the Kaplan, but good chat is comparable to good literature, and just as unique.  Workout kicked my rear after a week away from the gym, but at least the break helped the tendinitis.   Maybe not the liver.  Thank you Mr. Kellas.

Off to read for a while and crash.... I've only worked one day this week and I'm ready for the weekend.  Dissertation work awaits for the rest of the week and the weekend.    

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