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		<title>In Transit</title>
		<description>	Coucou, anyone out there? 
	Oui? 
	Salut, les amis! Thanks for hanging in there. I know, I know. I promised you words &#038; images almost two years ago! TWO. YEARS. They don&#8217;t lie about time flying as you get older. (You know how I loved me some mixed metaphors.) 
	Believe it ...</description>
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		<title>Hard to Raise Hell When Raised Catholic</title>
		<description>	Guilty. That&#8217;s how I often feel. When there&#8217;s no reason to feel guilt, I get annoyed with myself. Ah, regret, guilt&#8217;s evil twin. 
	Today some perverted pig flicked my right butt cheek as I walked back to work after a nice lunch with Dave. Spadina Ave. was sunny and full ...</description>
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		<title>Punch in, punch out.</title>
		<description>	I am hanging onto my last shreds of sanity. Part of me wishes that I documented these past few months of ridiculousness; but mostly, I want to hit . Erase, erase, erase all that stress and exhaustion! 
	Despite all the doom and gloom, there were many bright glimmers of joy. ...</description>
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		<title>Escape to Beantown</title>
		<description>	It&#8217;s hard getting back into the saddle. What saddle? Why, the vanity blogging saddle, of course! 
	Dave (and others *cough* mum *cough*) like to tease me about they way I set priorities, but look who is laughing now! Ha! Actually, I&#8217;m not sure that I&#8217;m laughing all that much. I ...</description>
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		<title>Hit it, Daniel Powter.</title>
		<description>	I had a bad day. It&#8217;s amazing how unproductive I can be when I&#8217;m really unhappy. 
	The skies opened up and wept with me today. Rain, rain, rain. Darkness too. I felt pathetic and well, I wrote a little story in my head (um, and I guess here, now) and ...</description>
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		<title>No Time and Forever</title>
		<description>	It&#8217;s a bloody good thing that I didn&#8217;t sign up for NaBloPoMo because I&#8217;d be dead by now. Post or die, they say? Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground.
	I&#8217;d like to say that I&#8217;m in full hermit mode, but I&#8217;m not quite there yet. ...</description>
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		<title>Kitchen Duty/Glory</title>
		<description>	I&#8217;ve been on a huge cooking kick. The desire to cook is always fuelled by stress. I guess the academic stress is really starting to pile on. Third year law students are just as susceptible to senioritis as undergraduates in their final year of study. I&#8217;ve always known that the ...</description>
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		<title>Do you eat the red ones last?</title>
		<description>	Canucks who grew up planted in front of the telly have now got the Smarties song in their heads. I thought that I&#8217;d pass it on since the jingle is looping in my head, driving me loopy.   Actually, the song isn&#8217;t really driving me loopy. I am driving ...</description>
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		<title>Colonial Carnation</title>
		<description>	Nothing like a good old stroke of the ego to get the bloggy juices flowing. The darling Akio has called and I am answering. Here I am derailing the New York fashion world one blog at a time.   Or perhaps this entry will be so boring the Mr. ...</description>
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		<title>Old Habits Die Hard</title>
		<description>	Crapola. It is past my bedtime and I&#8217;ve got a major qi imbalance (yeet hay for the Cantonese speakers). Class begins in 8.5 hours. Lovely. Just frickin&#8217; grand. 
	But here I am! Blogging! 
	I guess I got pumped when I read about Mrs. Kennedy&#8217;s latest idea, NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting ...</description>
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