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What day is it? I've been so busy with work and everything the passed couple of day, I don't even know what I'm doing other than sleeping and working. Oh yeah, it's Thursday. I should have gone home today, but I elected to stay, while my boss is on holidays... or is it because I'm going on holidays when he gets back... or because I'm a giant sucker. Take your pick, I guess. On the other hand, I talked Diane into coming up tomorrow, so I'm taking Saturday to spend some time with her. Then it's back to work for Sunday, until I finally go home on the 18th.

I went to the park last night, with a container of berries and cookies from my Lughnasadh ritual and made a small offering by the river. I left then in the bushes, by the bank, and thanked the gods for a prosperous year. Simple, yet fullfilling.

Tonight I feel like listening to some music and relaxing. I'm supposed to go out with some people from work, and I said I would, but I think I've changed my mind. We'll see. I should do laundry.

And so, I leave you tonight with a little Shelley, from Prometeus Unbound, Act III Scene I ln 1-17:

Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share
The glory and the strength of him ye serve,
Rejoice! henceforth I am omnipotent.
All else had been subdued to me; alone
The soul of man, like unextinguished fire,
Yet burns towards heaven with fierce reproach, and doubt,
And lamentation, and reluctant prayer,
Hurling up insurrection, which might make
Our antique empire insecure, though built
On eldest faith, and hell's coeval, fear;
And though my curses through the pendulous air,
Like snow on herbless peaks, fall flake by flake,
And cling to it; though under my wrath's night
It climb the crags of life, step after step,
Which wound it, as ice wounds unsandalled feet,
It yet remains supreme o'er misery,
Aspiring, unrepressed, yet soon to fall;

posted by September @ 6:34 PM