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If this were a much improved world, you'd be awake now.

You'd be awake, your phone would be charged, your webcam would be well-greased, and you'd have no reason to have to get up in the morning or ever again.

And you would be eager. Oh if this were a much improved world, you would be both available and eager. In fact, you'd call me, of course. My phone is charged, my webcam buttered...

You would be awake, eager, flexible, and possibly within a twenty minute driving radius, and certainly broad-minded.

But this is not the best of all possible broads.

Worlds.

Sorry.

I've been drinking. And to my credit, the only casualties so far seem to be Strunk and White.

And sorry: I haven't blogged in quite a quite damn long quite forever. And this is hardly reparation. But I can't imagine I was missed?!

Go awn; prove me insecure.

Anyhow, returning: if this were a better world, I wouldn't be blogging -- or certainly at least I'd be blogging better.

However, it's a third-rate world -- a C+ world -- an old Type 40 world we've had to build up again and again -- and tonight I'm not in the mood for scavaging.

Indeed: tonight I'm in the mood for you. Awww.

And yet.

And yet...you, all of you, whomever you are, are so far tonight, and so ambivalent, and so...ill-defined.

Worst yet: you're so asleep.

I understand, I do, but I hate it. Just because the bars close, must you follow suit?

Wake up, my marshmallow darling. Wake up and send me photos. Send me nipples and codas and sluices of life. Send me you in a ribbon. And most of all, somehow, now, this moment, now, please darling, wherever you are, whomever you are:

Wake up.