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Oh hey, Journal. I was thrift jamming with Jeff yesterday when he got a call about getting a not-insignificant sum of money from his current volunteer gig, right on the eve of a major job interview. It spurred a discussion of how one partitions time for creative pursuits while working overtime. I suggested that if he truly wants to do both, that he ( Read more... ) -
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I haven't posted in about a month - surprise surprise, this time of year. I'm always a mess by the end of October, trying to remember why it is that I agree to kill myself over a job that doesn't pay me enough to live on. I've already gotten the lessons I needed to learn from the faire, the friendships and family cultivated. I did that years ago. ( Read more... ) -
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I am home from work and have two hours to kill tonight. That means two hours to be insanely productive slash poke around on the internet slash watch my cats wrestle. Tonight I have I guess a bit of a coffee date and then a couple of hours later I turn 30 and right now I am fervently apologizing in my head to anybody I ever dated who turned 30 and ( Read more... ) -
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Hellweek is over. I don't know why this was hellweek other than it felt that way. I don't remember Monday through Thursday in the least. On Friday I helped somebody get divorced; on Saturday I watched somebody get married ( Read more... ) -
times they are a'changin'
I just spent longer than I'd like to admit getting caught in the 'net net, so now I'm writing to you in hopes of redeeming myself. I'm finding it difficult to write blog posts that I myself would want to read, but bear with me while I get my writing legs back. I was asked to read some of my writings at a literary event in December, which was a huge ( Read more... ) -
coming up
Well, last night I dreamt that I died in my sleep. The Leonard Paper delivery guy found me while he was making his weekly rounds, because apparently I was then sleeping at work to save time. However, even death couldn't relieve me of my work duties (those emails just keep coming), nor the duty of making my own funeral arrangements. I was so ( Read more... ) -
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It's eleven minutes past my bedtime, sweetpeas. I just got off the phone with the FWB; we talked for an hour about my text message last night and feelings, lots of feelings. And I got angry and maybe even a little eye-rolly but luckily he couldn't see that. I didn't react in an angry manner. No raised voice, no intentionally hurtful words. We didn' ( Read more... ) -
Facing fears, cowboy style
My therapist told me last week to take the "John Wayne approach" to my anxiety. So today, I decided to strap on mah holster and mah boots, tell myself "it's getting pretty re-goddamn-diculous" and head on over to Ace Hardware for some terra cotta planters and some soil ( Read more... ) -
names and dates and times
There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.This afternoon, I was eating in my dining room while Jeff restlessly investigated my mantle. (not a euphemism) He picked up a folded piece of paper with a circle painted on it, inscribed with the following words: "With gratitude I empty my heart and mind ( Read more... ) -
getting to somewhere
The same night whitening the same trees
we, of that time, are no longer the same.Even before Obama took office, change has been my mantra. Need change, need change. Quit my job, quit my relationship, quit my apartment. Sometimes these were good moves, but they didn't bring the kind of change I thought they would. It's that old phrase, "wherever I ( Read more... )