We've gotten a lot of rain in the past day and a half.  We needed it.  Things were very dry last summer.  Rivers became trickles, reservoirs mud beds, things like that.  Things got so dry that people began having prayer meetings to ask for rain.  I believe in prayer.  Over the summer someone sent me an email with copies of letters written by children discussing their prayers with God.  The funniest one to me was: Dear God, I am thankful for the little brother that you sent me but what I asked for was a puppy. Love, Susie.
During a spare moment, I invented a font tonight.  In the morning, I'm going to run it by our brilliant draftsman to see if we're on to something.  Wielding power through copy brigands from coast to coast, inspiring the unbalanced to shift upright, addicting bloggers to a neuron popping symbol system, things like that.

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In control or out of it, doing the right thing should always be done, whether or not anyone will ever find out that you did or didn't do it. Every week, sometimes daily, a certain female keeps telling me what a liar I am. I'm not going to claim that I did the right thing and I'm not going to accept that I am a liar. As diligently as I have attempted to reject the wholesale acceptance of society's inertia, I realize that there are times when I have to simply accept something as being true, even though I can't prove it at the moment. I'm not perfect and I love goofing off, but I don't go through this world trying to deceive people. What is the right thing? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.