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I'm writing a novel.

last night I saw Darjeeling Limited and unexpectedly adored it. I think I might be the only one. it was an aesthetically perfect film. fuck you, Wes Anderson, for finally making me love you.

after living in this apartment for over a year I'm finally starting to decorate the bedroom. it used to be just white walls and piles of clothing. I have three framed photos of varying sizes now. two flowers and a print of AnnaLee. my life feels pretty again.

I can even handle my job now. it's a nightmare full of boring people and mindless tasks and bad traffic all the time, but I can handle it. and I'm not letting it change me.

I feel good. I feel well. this is a temporary thing, it always is, but it's a relief. sometimes I just forget how to do it.

I would be leaving the site if I could, I would have left a long time ago, but my subscription doesn't expire until April and I still like to pop in occasionally. no overwhelming objections here (aside from the long-standing and irrevocable), just boredom.

I can't wait until it snows.