Just last night. I didn't last very long, but I dreamed that I bumped into some gal I once knew whose on my MySpace. She was asking that I buy her a leather jacket. When I refused to do so, she demanded it. I promptly awoke from the nightmare 
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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