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I went to my parent's place Friday day/night. I was up until 4am exploring my old bedroom. I found some serious gems. I definitely put my angst to work in highschool. That room is full of bizarre paintings and poems that are so damn bad, that they're good. Prior to all of this, I went bowling. Why the hell do I always think bowling is going to be a good time? I lose. I always lose. And this particular time, while losing, some of my oldest highschool friends and I hungout. So, that was nice...but completely lacking at the same time. Something is missing. What can you do? New York City was all slush today. Chuck taylors were an incredibly poor choice of footwear. I can't decide if the more I get into my degree the more I hate teaching, or love it. I have a plan should things explode. [Secret:almost hoping things do explode because my back-up plan is just that much more appealing. Tell no one] I think that I will end up in the city, eventually, for the hell of it. Maybeprobablydefinitely. One of those. I'm tired. I update this when I'm tired. Please find me a poetry reading in Albany before Tuesday. I swear I didn't wait until the last minute. I get consistent text messages from some poor, innocent, possibly retarded daughter of a man. She thinks that I'm her father, Milton. I cannot tell you how many times I have tried to explain that no, no I am not Milton but rather, Leah in Albany, 20 and female and nobody's daddy. Goodnight.