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I just painted a three-by-five rectangle sunshine-daffodil yellow and now I feel lightheaded from the fumes. At least tonight I createcreatecreated, and I felt proud of doing something and making something and getting a start on those god-awful CHRISTMAS GIFTS that I have to finish up in the next few days. The computer screen looks funny from my lightheadedness, and I can hear the basketball game playing in the other room. Earlier tonight, Natalie and Ryan got into an argument as I sat on the other side of the bed. I know their arguments don't really mean anything, and that they think less about the little tiffs than I do, but it still made me nervous. I really dislike conflict. Reallyreally. Any sort of confrontation makes me uncomfortable, which I know is a failing of mine but,
Julia's in Chapel Hill tonight, shmoozin' on her boy-fellow. I guess I could also have a boy-fellow if I really wanted one, but sometimes I think that I may be just fine on my own right now. And by sometimes I mean most of the time, and as this a recent thing for me, I am quite happy with it. It's the little things, I guess,
I like run on sentences. I make a bad English major.
Julia's in Chapel Hill tonight, shmoozin' on her boy-fellow. I guess I could also have a boy-fellow if I really wanted one, but sometimes I think that I may be just fine on my own right now. And by sometimes I mean most of the time, and as this a recent thing for me, I am quite happy with it. It's the little things, I guess,
I like run on sentences. I make a bad English major.