there are no words left to speak
So I don't think it would have mattered much if Carey Price had played last night, because wow, Lundqvist was a brick wall. And now the Rangers have a 2-0 lead in the series! SO EXCITING.
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So I'm in a really weird place re: writing right now. It's not that I don't have ideas, and it's not that I don't have words - I wrote a bit on Sunday night and it wasn't difficult - it's just that I don't want to do it. I want to want to, but I just don't. There's no urgency to it, no feeling like I need to do it. So I do other things instead. I don't know what that means. It's kind of a weird feeling. I don't know if I just need a recharge or if it's everything from the past few months catching up or what. But that's the best way I know to describe it right now. It's kind of terrifying, and yet, since I'm so indifferent at the moment, it's kind of not. Ambivalence: It's what's for breakfast.
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To change the subject completely, does anyone know of a place in NYC or Long Island where we could sell the vintage furs that were my grandmother and aunt's? I would guess that they're from the 50s, though they could be as late as the 60s. They appear to be in good shape, but we haven't done a thorough examination. I was just hoping someone had some advice before I head for the wilds of Google.
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So I'm in a really weird place re: writing right now. It's not that I don't have ideas, and it's not that I don't have words - I wrote a bit on Sunday night and it wasn't difficult - it's just that I don't want to do it. I want to want to, but I just don't. There's no urgency to it, no feeling like I need to do it. So I do other things instead. I don't know what that means. It's kind of a weird feeling. I don't know if I just need a recharge or if it's everything from the past few months catching up or what. But that's the best way I know to describe it right now. It's kind of terrifying, and yet, since I'm so indifferent at the moment, it's kind of not. Ambivalence: It's what's for breakfast.
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To change the subject completely, does anyone know of a place in NYC or Long Island where we could sell the vintage furs that were my grandmother and aunt's? I would guess that they're from the 50s, though they could be as late as the 60s. They appear to be in good shape, but we haven't done a thorough examination. I was just hoping someone had some advice before I head for the wilds of Google.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/663931.html.
people have commented there.