| December 2nd; mother of pearl | |
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okay, for those of you who've wondered where I've been/have been worried about me, I'm okay. Really. I just took a break because I was moving, and because I've been way too stressed out to even think about venting that stress to the whole wide world. But i'm a bit better, now.
The move is done; we're not unpacked yet, but that will come. It was a hard, long couple of days. But it's all over now, and Storm and Laura helped a lot. There are a bunch of people coming to visit in January, which is going to be fun. We need more soft surfaces for people to sit on! mental state is in a kind of precarious equillibrium gained by completely ignoring it. it won't last long, but right now I just don't have the energy to deal with it. or anything. Uh, i need to pay bills tonight. This requires me to find my checkbook, which is buried in a box. fortunately, I know which box. Let's see. i did an update of the poetry pages (new poems!) which isn't quite done yet, but it's getting there, i added a piece of erotica, I got ICQ (you can page me), and the computer got physically moved. A long but productive weekend. I just had to reboot my computer. anyway. I'll probably write more about the current emotional situation later. I don't feel like opening it back up again right now. But suffice it to say, there are only a couple of moods in which i listen to Pretty and Twisted over and over, and I'm in one of them right now. It's the souvenir mood. Remembering. Regretting. and wonder if anyone has noticed how long I've been gone, and how fast I'm receding.
Once more,
Distorted, isn't it? Damn.
Sounds: Pretty and Twisted, self-titled Words: nothing. taking a couple of days away from books.
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