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Well, then Feeling: conflicted In the school of life, there is a course for Subtlety, usually taken in pursuit of a minor in Tact. My grade in Subtlety is an S. For "Sucky." I feel it was a necessary outcome, and trying to arrive at this outcome by any other means was as effective as trying to make mashed potatoes out of bowling balls, but dear God, I didn't intend for things to get this ugly or go this far, and I hate it. But with a grade of Sucky in Subtlety, you can't turn in an apology for extra credit. And that part is the worst. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |