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Suffice to say, we've all caught the bug! My apartment glows and chills and I clack against the sidewalks in closed shoes. I have been on the road more, down I-10 & under the influence. I go to shows again, drink beer, and talk to old friends so easily. I am losing my insincerity, having banged it all out on typewriters and puffs of smoke. I no longer ache for the past year, as all I needed was in this month alone. I baked pear pie, started drinking at 2pm, and slyly avoided the arousals of drunk boys. I have learned what to reveal and what to hide between books again. We are all losing the mania of summer, and gladly so.