Adam calls the bank. The guy/woman still has an account. The bank guy says, "we can help you with this." 30 minutes later he gets a call from a "company employee" from the volvo place. I'll send you a contract right away, we're remodeling the office. Fishy . . . but perhaps Adam was right, and there was no literal connection between the mafia man and the woman's suspicious name.
Then again . . .
The Third Dyana is a spectacular radio station. Everyone should listen to it.
Someone requested my Blogger password be changed. I got an email telling me so. Are you trying to tell me something, Michael? Maybe it's Daniel. Jesus.
Today, I feel like an Ev. Psych. pimp. I understand a lot. At the same time, I feel like my future could take me down an a "unaccountable" path if I'm not careful. A path in which nothing that I do or say really makes a a difference in the world. My friend Eric brought this up in relation to his depature from a religious studies PhD to attend law school. He said, "it's a lot of the same issues, just now, at the end of the day, I'm accountable for my knowlege." You just left an accountable position for a stab at an unaccountable proffesorial future. Is that what you want?
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