Small Joy

The kinds of things that used to be fairly common and innocuous have taken on a more illicit (and thus enjoyable) meaning for me. I have so little free time that when I actually find an hour to watch TV or read (anything not law related), I feel a twinge of guilt that accompanies the quiet satisfaction found in doing something kind of, but not very, naughty. I watched the Olympics sparingly - which was so disappointing to me. Even the relatively small amount of time spent watching felt stolen; robbed from another worthy pursuit for selfish reasons. They are all selfish pursuits. Perhaps that's why the guilt surfaces, but the satisfaction runs so deep.

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[Tamara]

My TV is hidden under cobwebs and stacks of dust. I saw a student reading a school newspaper before class started and my eyes lit up "Is that a newspaper!?" He proudly confirmed that yes, it was a newspaper and he had a whole 5 minutes to peruse it.

It's pretty damn bad when the school rag is your sole source of entertainment. I'll be picking up my copy on Monday....