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So, I arrived home last night after working my 14 hour shift, fired up the computer up and plopped in front of it and this site to update. For the next 20 minutes, I managed to write something in the neighborhood of 12-15 paragraphs reporting how this book I just finished tore me a new chest cavity. It reminded me of old wounds of my best friend's death 7 yrs ago and another friend & musician whom I looked up who killed himself 4 yrs ago.

In a bizarre moment of clarity, I discovered that the main character of the book was loosely based on a musician I hold dear. This cat had only two releases but they were devastating in emotional honesty and in serendipitous arrival. He slipped into the Mississippi 7 yrs ago and drowned...

So, I wrote all of this down being proud at making perhaps my longest & most honest entry ever and when I click 'save entry', what happens!? I discover TImmy has made his occaisional run to the market to fetch more fetching chicas. It hadn't struck me to cut, paste or copy any of the text because I'm a careful kinda guy... I don't inadvertenly sneeze and rip my monitor from its socket.

Anyhoo, writing about it, in some much smaller measure, still feels good. I still don't have to report to work until Thursday and fuck if that doesn't feel good! This rainy will probably be spent catching up on laundry, stealing Elbereth from our bed, watching movies on my parents plasma-screen and nuzzling til on-lookers puke. And yes, the very second I'm done writing this sentence, it's being highlighted and copied, god-dammit!