<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-1910354481958211493</id><published>2007-01-25T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:49:10.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cube... CUUUUBE!</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm turning into a hermit.  The other day it occurred to me how completely out of touch I've gotten.Granted, it's partly a function of being in school, which is a highly predictable and regimented activity, but I'm uncertain as to whether that's an excuse.  Let me explain:In the morning, I wake up on my springy slumber cube in my bed cube, six-sided serenity all around.  I move from cube </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078368221228308509&amp;postID=1910354481958211493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078368221228308509/posts/default/1910354481958211493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078368221228308509/posts/default/1910354481958211493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchymilk.blogspot.com/2007/01/cube-cuuuube.html' title='Cube... CUUUUBE!'/><author><name>Ray Bishop</name><email>raymondbishop@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16078043683156445812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry>