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Not Much
A bit of an overwrought entry yesterday, I'm sad to say. I have been reading Robert Louis Stevenson's The Amateur Emigrant, which is reminding me terribly of The Aka Demon. I realized, yesterday, as I was getting ready to take Max out for a belated birthday dinner, that once I would have given anything to have The Aka Demon but that now I wouldn't lay eyes on him even if given the chance. What foolishness it all was--except that I am grateful to him for the catalytic effect he had on my life. I changed it all for a chance with him, and thank god it never panned out, but what is left is a beautiful, changed life that I owe, in part, to the effect of the angel who came disguised as the Aka Demon. But what comes next? If I'm being ambitious, it's graduate school. If I'm not being ambitious, it's some half-heartedly dead end job. Which makes the choice between ambitious and not ambitious rather easy, doesn't it? I'm applying to UPitt, NYU, Rockefeller (if only to have their rejection letter for my scrapbook), UT Austin, and a few other places. We'll see, huh? We shall see.
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