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Well now. Another Friday has found itself with me right there in it. What a predicament.

The weather has finally cooled down some, which leaves me happy. Maybe the trees will start turning orange soon. Where I am, the autumns are gorgeous.

Starting to seriously wonder what I'll do when I/if I graduate. It's becoming painfully clear that no one is interested in this book I've written, and I'm not sure what to do about that. Do I keep sending it to agents? To publishers? Do I give up? Do I write another one? Any advice from those older and wiser would be appreciated. If I still had hope, I would be feeling pretty discouraged right about now.

Today I spent about three hours sitting in a Borders reading and writing in the cafe. I know it's corporate, but the good news is that they make so much money they don't care if you sit there for hours without buying anything. You can even read their books. Their own books, cover to cover, for as long as you want, then walk out without dropping a nickel. That's pretty great, if I do say so.

The debates and the post-debate analysis have served to kick the last broken, gangrenous legs out from any hope I still possessed for the election. Regardless of the actual debates, each party just keeps repeating how well their canditate did and how miserably the other party's candidate "failed." "Non-partisan" news sources refuse to commit either way to who did the better job. What a bunch of sniveling, spineless pansies. And people's minds get made up by this stuff. If they tell us Bush won, we believe it and vote for him! It seems that people have truly lost the ability to make their own decisions, or at least the media believes they have.

Make up your own minds. Weigh facts and opinions, but don't let anyone tell you who's right. But then, you don't have to listen to me either.

Sorry. Soapbox dismount.

Beer and friends and welcomed touching are all good things. Have a good evening.