I sat down at my fiance's desk fifteen minutes ago to start writing my blog entry. I've already written four today, but that's the price I'll have to pay to go to Clemson this weekend. I settled down in the chair intent on writing this quickly. Unfortunately, it's not coming quickly.
I'd like to blame the strange desk and chair I'm sitting in. The chair's back is too rigid, you can't even recline a little bit, and the desk height is off just enough to be a bother. That's not it, though. A good craftsman doesn't blame the tool when something goes wrong, he gets back to work harder than before.
So here I sit chasing after the right tone for this short entry, and then I realize its been here all along. The story was a familiar one, I had read it several times each time more enjoyable than the last as a I picked up on a new subtle detail each time. There is something to be said for the understated beauty of a simply told story and the messages you can draw from them. Now if you'll excuse me it's time for the real adventure to begin.
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