Bewitched

My interns are leaving. They were a good bunch. I was proud of how they handled their demos and presentations under pressure. I am not proud of giving in to their various whims and pleas. They thanked me for defending their interests to the higher-ups and taking off some of the pressure from them in the current stressful period at work. Taller and older than I am, they still somehow come across as Peter Pans. God, graduating has made me leave that neverland.  It was all so long ago, and it was just yesterday.

I somehow was persuaded to go to a guitar concert by the beach in a few weeks. I should have known to stay away from beautiful, bossy women. It never ends well for me. What can I say? It was a very beautiful and bossy woman.

I have spent the better part of my week ferrying a fellow about. He introduced me to Mumford and Sons this week. In this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

New blog theme. Since summer is ending and it is nearly Christmas, I decided to change the theme. I had forgotten to do that for a while, what with everything on my overflowing plate.

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