R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Monday, September 9th, 2002 | University

What you want, baby I got it
What you need, you know I got it
All I’m asking is for a little respect.

In the imortal lyrics of Aretha Franklin, Respect the Geek, yo. More importantly, I must respect myself and respect my own physical limits.

This weekend was a godsend. I needed the time off to read fiction, to watch telly, to write a bit more of the “Coffee” series and to cook dinner in my own time. Now that its 12.43am on Monday morning, I’m feeling much more human.

I read “Son of Shadows” by Juliet Mariller and have restored my faith in the human spirit. Yes! There is a reason why I’m half killing myself. Yes! There is a valid idea that I’m trying to get accross with my thesis. Yes! I am going to be better off for it. And damn, if that doesn’t make me wanna jump up and dance.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me.

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