Goya, Witches Sabbath. Don't know what it means other than the obvious. Discovered yesterday that the person that made me leave main campus has flown away to Stanford. On her broom no doubt. I just applied for her job. Am interested to see if I even get an interview. Having daydreams of going back, while the folks I work for now love me, keep giving me more money and more responsibility and I like them a lot. Would I go back and worship the devil? Probably. I loved the action. All this won't happen. They won't call me. They weren't ready for me when I was there.
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