I lost my identity today, my workplace identity - that is my work ID, which normally is clipped to a belt loop. It seemed to have gotten unclipped just as I was stepping onto the Metro, where it slid into the toater slot that is the space between train and platform. I leave tomorrow on a business trip. I won't need it there. But when I return, I'll need it to enter the building and such. Some how it's comforting that I can procrastinate for a week or so on this with little or no consequence.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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