Raining. All day raining. Blaa.


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I used to describe myself as an artist and a poet. Because I made art and I wrote poetry. Did I need to do either thing really well to call myself those things? Not necessarily. It was enough that I did them. A few of the things I wrote or made WERE GOOD. Most of them were OKAY. But now, because I'm playing piano (poorly) I know that I shouldn't ( Read more... )

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Dave and I drove to West Reading so I could give Alison the lapidary equipment and stones, and Dave had some fishing stuff for Johnny. We got back this afternoon. All went well. Though I had my usual sleepless night last night and got up at 4 am with the DOOM thoughts.


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