The problem with weighty decisions
is that sometimes you have trouble sticking to them just of your own accord, let alone when someone else is determined to change your mind. Ever met someone whose powers of argument are so strong that you question your own feelings? It's endearing, but it's also awful, and it's making it difficult to even blog coherently, let alone think
of writing the history essay that's due in tomorrow. So here I am, sort of maybe half-in-and-out of a relationship, and it's strangely reminiscent of how I was sort of maybe half-in-and-out of the very same relationship last week, the week before and the week before that. Matt, I hope you're having better luck with that essay than I am.
NB: this post is really just a shameless indulgence of the other Skykicking crowd.