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I have a great to deal to say about this weekend... but I may not, since I have to go to the store and who knows what I'll feel like then?
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one whole day later

I have not felt like speaking or sharing myself. Or maybew just not like typing

But I can say the weekedn was stimulating. We felt the simple freedom of a pet at home. Phrase that sticks out the most: "Ypu know I could go down on you right now in a completely platonic yet loving way right now."

And I oddly understand that. The lightness and sincerity of positive relations, without the need and psycho drama.

Then on sunday, religion creeped into my life... I forgot to shut off the alarm and I hear a radio show.. I couldn't stop listenting... I am always so malleable when I first wake. ButI won't bore you, but I'll just say that if people are going to see some sort of strange false hope, ideals and such, then it would probably be better to hear it from a man as starck looking and sounding as

Rheinhold Neibuhr Even his name sounds stark. Damn. Anyway, interesting for those concerned with realistic ethics in a community.

blah, then tonight, I believe I drank and left lots of random comments in various journals. I enjoyed it. I drank not too much, but just the right amount of merlot. I hit the heigts butnot my dpeths and it loosed me enough to tap into myself which I've been avoiding. And so much of my cynicism, anger, ambiguity, and general internal battles seem to be over for now... like they wre for so long. It feels like winning. That always feels good.

I miss my friends who drew. I learned so much from them. Like another language and way of seeing, even if my hands could never duplicate their work. In fact, my carpal tunnel is going to make me stop typing right now. Ouch!