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19 February 1999
I'm sitting here at work eating my alleged breakfast, which is Diet Coke and a MoonPie. For those of you who don't know, a MoonPie is a sort of an artificial s'more: three round, grahamn cracker-type cookies with marshmallow between them, covered with a chocolate-like substance. As I chew it, I can't help but think how completely unlike real food this is. It has a chewy quality I've never seen before -- not even in Easter Peeps (those sugar coated marshmallow chickies). You'd think it would be packed to the gunwales with fat and calories, but compared to a Little Debby's Snack Cake, this is practically health food. 165 calories, 5 grams of fat (3 grams of saturated fat) and no cholesterol. Not the perfect snack food, by any means, but a tasty, not-too-guilt-laden nosh. I like that in snack food.
Eclipsic has decided to go back to school, finish his undergrad degree (poli-sci and history) and go to law school. Funny thing is, he's giving me partial credit/blame. Something about me telling him he's not a particularly demonstrative or appreciative friend (and I want it stated for the record that I said no such thing; all I said was he doesn't mention me in his journal. That's all)... apparently that gave him the kick in the pants he needed to make this momentous decision. I'm all for it; I'm glad he'll be doing something.
Something that really stuck with me from my junior year of ROTC is my cadre telling me "Make a decision! It doesn't matter if it's the wrong one, just make one!" They were trying to get across a very simple, extremely important concept: If you make the wrong decision in the heat of battle, some people may die. If you make no decision at all, people most certainly will die.
I'm glad Eclipsic has made a decision. I'll be there, kicking him in the pants to keep him going. I hope he remembers that when the workload seems overwhelming, that's just when it's getting good.
I also hope he'll remember to invite all of us to the party when he passes his bar exam. Love you, T!