Journal Update

[bumblepudding]

I was going to entitle this entry "Life Update," but that would be disingenuous in several respects. Frankly, kids, I got nothin' that wouldn't have you on the phone looking for a solid mental institution near here. So instead, I'll give you a poem. No, I didn't write it. Yeah, I'll put it behind a cut. You're welcome.

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[ambar]

Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

--Edna St. Vincent Millay

("domestic as a plate". *brr*)

[bumblepudding]

That /is/ a disturbing simile, precisely because it's so blandly familiar. It puts me in mind of the line, 'coffee-black and egg-white' in a Counting Crows song.

Millay is congenial to our time, I think.