In undergrad, I had the exceptional skill of talking my roommates into doing what they actually wanted to do, but for some reason felt guilty about. It was a nice system, everyone knew who to go talk to for when they needed permission to have fun and when they needed a push to be responsible or who could help hammer out a nice compromise. That way you would kind of make the decision based on who you talked to, but it felt like you were just following wise, neutral advice.
It's a little harder to use my power of the external ID on myself, but I usually manage. In other words, the National Book Festival was fantastic. I'm sunburned, but a full day of book signings and book talks and just general book goodness was well worth it.
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