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I think I have a fever. I was recovering until I went for a walk this evening and it started to rain. Somehow I ended up wet and walking down Florida Ave, which is probably not a safe place to walk alone at 11:30. There were people all around the circle. They were drunkenly leaning on each other and kissing and cuddling under their umbrellas.

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[adribean]

I am a fan of the anger digestif. Followed by the regret after dinner mint.

Also, your post makes me think. I am trying to think of an analogy that isn't gross, or emo. A moment. Well, it's not going to happen. Losing a significant other is like being shot with a projectile. That shit cannot come out the way it went in, and it leaves a hole behind it. I am currently in a phase of trying desperately to find anything I can to fill this gaping hole. Substances, noises, people, TV. Eventually it will close over and I will no longer be welcoming of people trying to gain access to myself. I had forgotten of the months I spent sneering at those who courted my attention. Now I remember very clearly.

Oh, I am drunk. Substances will never leave me. Of this I am sure.

[anonymous]

good luck. and when you attain economy, don't forget to teach me how.

(weeps)

-sue-

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My emotional diet and desire for lean living was short lived; it may have been the fever. I am back to my old sentimental, histrionic, and impractical self. You will have to find another teacher.

[anonymous]

good to hear. i thought mars must be in retrograde again, but it is too soon for that.