You know what will take the shine off of having a new office of your very own?
When your assigned key won't open the door.
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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- Aha! Nothing Like Clear Direction
- Hey!
- Life with a Toddler, Vol. 8
- The Little Boy's Ultra-Luxo swimming pool
- Simon
- Pig Pickin Phase 1 Complete
- Test to see if you think like a West Tennessean
- This Month's Reading
- 'That 70's Show' + Memphis News =
- Come on out; the weather is fine
- From the Inbox
- An essay for my fellow eggheads
- On Campus, Summer 2006
- Weekend Yard Report
- Life with a Toddler, Vol 7 (UPDATED)
- Well, that settles it, don't it?
- In which Piers gets More Information than he wants
- Our new foe
- The 2C rule strikes again!
- New Pictures Up
- Looking to kill some time?
- Two Updates
- what profs believe
- The fly in the ointment
- Novum Sanctum
- Moving-in (mostly) done
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