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My cousin Janise is an actress who looks like a doll. Her brother David acts like a doll. Their mother Myrtle collected dolls, and still has thousands of them.Myrtle's husband Bob was a caretaker at a desolate farm on the Eastern shore of Marylend, somewhere too close to rural Delaware ( Read more... ) -
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Been in a mad streak lately. I've taken over half the house, and dolly-boxed the windows so that they look like felt decorations hanging on a wall rather than windows through it. Oh god they look so fake,mmmm, and they keep out image-leak fairies because there's not a crack ( Read more... ) -
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The plastic cup of pasta salad had been through several hands before mine. My father's octogenarian friend had brought it all the way from a shop in Baltimore to have with the crab-meat he also brought into the mountains, a sample of the decadence one leaves behind when exiting Charm City ( Read more... ) -
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The list of "projects I wanna do" is immense and growing. My available time and energy are dwindling.
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I'm going insane. Please hurry 3:00, so I can go home and cry in my pillow.
Until then, I am going to pick up a shovel, and just mindlessly dig. -
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I'm wandering around all sanguine, moody, and broody, abandoning hope, cursing life and wondering why I'm totally on my period.
And suddenly I realize it's gonna be a bloody damned Harvest Moon - tomorrow.
Hang on tight, fellow lunatics. This will pass.
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Weekend....it's September
Not as much accomplished this weekend. Sabe's BP numbers were up a bit, neither too thrilling nor too celebratory. The PVC's are still there. I rubs her feets. She got a line on a job, a stressful job working under a terrible person who hates her. Just what she always wanted. It's going to be a difficult winter ( Read more... ) -
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Went to Gary & Brandy's book signing event. Aside from spending more time in the library than I have in over a year, comfortably sharing library war-stories with my own replacement, and yet still awkwardly feeling the ghost of my not-too-much-younger self still haunting the shelves, I got some good home-made cookies and an inscribed copy of the re ( Read more... )