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So, at the age of 30, I made the rather questionable descission to return to college to finally finish my BA in Theater Arts. Don’t ask me why now. I couldn’t tell you. Momentary insanity, I suppose. And don’t bother asking just what I intend to do with a Bachelor’s Degree in Theater Arts…probably be unemployed. I guess I would make a pretty cool homeless guy, though.

I may edit this later. However, to fill a bit o’ space, I figured I’d give you all one of my favorite sonnets. It’s a bit trite, I suppose…but then again it seems the most honest things always seem that way.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks upon tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, though his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief days and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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