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A simple monk can get tired scribing all day with a quill and ink bottle. I was at my wits end! To alleviate the stress
(God only gives us that which we can handle), a local farmer drove me to town in his wagon for the Fall festival. I never
left.
Enrolling at the local university, I took courses in Web development and graphic design. I joined a frat. I even did
a keg stand while the other young squires chanted, "Mead! Grog! Mead! Grog!" Overall, a very rewarding experience.
Upon graduation, I returned to my humble, monastic life and bought an iMac. Sweet victory! And so I exist, living to serve
the Lord, as your...
(You think I'm bad? My two Monk pals are WAY behind the tech curve!)
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