journal entry, spring 1992(?)

People really should get a second chance at life.  What good are the lessons of destiny if you can’t apply them to fresh material?  Therein lies the allure of reincarnation.  I’d like to be on permanent vacation in my next life since this one has been so exhausting.  Not that I’d be a denizen of the leisure class—I’d work at something, I’m sure, only I’d do a job out of pleasure and not necessity.  I could probably accomplish this by ending up as a nun, only I’d prefer a nicer outfit.

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