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Sanity is scarce on the ground when I've had more than one cup of coffee. That stuff's a strong drug, yo.

I am discovering a new love for my Pandora station "Makes Me Cry", and have been shoving more songs in there. Unfortunately, it keeps coming up Bob Dylan, and while he has very good songs, his delivery puts me off. But if I keep refining the station, maybe he'll fall out without me having to thumbs-down any of his stuff unless I really can't stand it.

The song I've been singing to myself most lately is "Paint Your Picture." The chorus just haunts me in the good way.

Management will cause a phone to be installed in the training room. This will allow her to summon me for things. Snarky Lady is going to pout, because this may be disruptive of training classes. (There is no actual phone in the room, and that is sort of by design, not accident. Snarky Lady likes her privacy.)

Management is thinking about putting me through Access classes to get my skill levels bumped up. That sounds like fun. She's thinking I'd start at intermediate. I know I'm not advanced yet.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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