Violent storms are moving into the area...I plan to sit up and watch and think.
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I bagged out on the Wire show because I had too much noise today. I know it'll be an incredible show and I'll be sorry I missed it tomorrow, but right now home is where I want to be. I'm really tired this week, for some reason.
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I keep re-reading things I probably should not have kept. But they are my only outward validation that something existed, however briefly, and they comfort me.
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I am also reading Sherman Alexie's new book and I have to say...poor effort. It just seems like a lot of the same stuff he's already written...interspered with lots of half-formed ideas. Now that I think about it -- he's kind of like me, only talented. And wealthy. Fucker.
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Should I mention the heat again?
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Or the strange paint odor in my apartment, which has NOT been painted? (And thanks to Fred for suggesting it might be the ghost of Sherwin Williams. Har har har.)
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Rockstar's wedding is in August and I haven't the faintest idea what to get for him and his lovely bride. Maybe a cool old book of some sort, although something tells me the future Mrs. Rockstar never cracks open anything heavier than "Vogue". Meeeeeooooow!
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Just a tad bitchy here tonight...but I won't apologize.
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Ever.
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For anything.
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'Cause I'm a hardass, baby.
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Step away.