I was driving over to a client's house in Carrboro an hour or so back, listening to Stephen Malkmus, wearing flip flops, on a beautiful sunny day. I caught myself moaning to myself that I was working on a Sunday.
Then I realized that I was driving through Carrboro on a beautiful sunny day, wearing flip flops and listening to Stephen Malkmus. I was, in short, living the dream. And that I had been entrusted by a client to do something involving a significant amount of trust, which is a great honor.
So, enough already with the bitching.
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