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A Word To The Wise
What, that's not enough for you?
You know...I'm okay. Not sure why, not sure how. I had some sort of epiphany on Sunday, spent the entire day alternating between sleeping and smoking - wake up, have four cigarettes, pass out - and on Monday morning instead of feeling sick or desolate I felt...okay. It's weird, but I'm not going to argue with it.
I'm sitting here at my soon-to-be-former desk, wishing I remembered the login for my All She Said site...I have a yen for posting more poems, but even if I could get in, I'm not sure I could manage it without the FrontPage crutch. Ah well...we'll see. I'm going dancing tonight, that's exciting. Perhaps I will get really trashed and actually dance.
Last night? Um...not sure, but I am still having the weird dream issues. I keep hoping that they will go away, and they keep not.
Nicky is fabulous, except for his newfound fascination with the miniblinds. He gets great feline satisfaction by banging on them. I made the mistake of kicking him out of the bedroom the first few times he did it, so now whenever he wants out, he bangs the blinds. And then, of course, he bangs on the door to get back in.
The room is a mess, natch.
Santa Cruz is a seething put of incestuousness and gossip. Oh how I have missed it.
Um...let's see. I don't call because my cell phone doesn't get reception at the new place, although I have a new number, and if I really love you, you have it already. I don't write because no one ever writes me back. I don't e-mail because clearly, if I wanted to be in contact with you, you wouldn't be asking me such silly questions.
It's in April. The same month as my ten-year high school reunion. The gods mock me.
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I'm...um...*ahem* reading the fourth Harry Potter book. Have you read them? Whyever not? They are *so* good...so very good...
Doctors are minions of Satan. Tell me again about the wonders of Western medicine. And excuse me while I fall over laughing.
He's good. Hopefully I'll get to play with him some this weekend.
I always liked Bert.
Have you looked under the couch?
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