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Some time ago, Charles' handyman father gave us this large flat wooden storage contraption that he had built himself. Exactly the kind of thing I would build myself if I had any idea how to do it. It's on wheels and it fits just under the queen-sized bed in our bedroom. He had suggested that we use it to store extra clothes, shoes, that sort of

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[doubtful_salmon]

Did I ever tell you about all those pictures I took at LSU? I used them for a project where I decided to force a bizarre narrative in which some kind of bizarro apocalyptic event had happened, so serious that everything was left where it was when it happened. I just remember I had a picture of the art building where there was a sign that says "art building" and my photo professor was like, "You shouldn't have included that picture because that makes it seem like you took all these pictures on a college campus," which I thought was hilarious because I DID take all of those pictures on a college campus so it had never occurred to me that this one seemed more college-like than all the rest. Every single picture I used for that assignment I took at LSU. I don't think that anyone believed me...which I guess goes to show how crazy fucking awesome that campus is. If they'd had an actual film or TV program I'd've gone there in a heartbeat. I still don't understand why they don't because Louisiana offers great incentives and a lot more has been shot there in the last few years. It seems like it might be productive to educate more in-state talent, especially, although I can see why they didn't see it coming, given the southern gothic/vampire craze. Wow, I'm such a nerd.

I think in a fit of self-loathing I threw away most of what I had written at some point, although I still maintain that this is for the better. I don't, for the most part, feel sad about it, because I've never been able to read anything I wrote prior to 9th grade without feeling appalled by my own stupidity. Even in the last eight years there are still very few things I've written that I can look at again and enjoy. Christ, I find things I wrote last week and feel embarrassed. True story. I guess this would explain why I haven't been able to write shit in the last few years...because I'm so full of self-hatred that I delete it all before I get anywhere. So I consider it lucky that I figured out that this was exactly the right time to attempt stand-up comedy...because, according to Janeane Garofalo at least, stand-up comedians are all full of self-loathing. I really do think that this is sheer luck and great timing, though, because it is totally exactly the change I need, whether or not people laugh at my show soon (auuuugh), and has prevented me from the suicidal inclinations I get when I feel like my brain has atrophied from disuse. Maybe suicidal is the wrong word, but I think it's like Emma Thompson in Stranger than Fiction...I'm bound to try standing on the ledge of a very tall building trying to come up with an idea even if I have no intention of jumping. (If New York is good for one thing, it's jump spots...)