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So. How you all doing? Good?

I've been a newly minted single for about three weeks now and, i gotta say, what was ever scary about this? i can't even remember.
One of the things about living alone, i may have mentioned, is that there is no-one to talk to, right - before, you get home from work, tired, grumpy, and there's the comforter sitting there, you hold hands, kiss, sit in front of the television, and zooom, your night isgone. Go to bed and start again. Your lazy tendencies have been validified, enabled.

Now, i'm so freakin' productive! i get home, tired whatever, what am i gonna do, complain to myself and sit silently eating the latest Survivor installment? Fuck no!
I'm painting again, drawing, writing, reading the pile of about swear to Jeebus 100 books (even starting with the ones friends lent in the never-never), going out seeing crazy bands (Cat Power was very nice, thanks).

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anyone read Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow? I started saturday, about half way through so don't let the end go, but what a rocknroll writer. makes you cringe and wanna throw away your beige little efforts.

granma's saddlebag slipped another inch