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Thursday, July 30, 2009 @ 12:54 AM
maybe it's time to drive away from the wreck of day.

happy thoughts.
i watched my mother knit last night into the wee hours of the morning.
we talked about This Fashion, and how it has turned into That Fashion.
weighed the pros and cons about attending my half-sister's wedding.
i think right now, she's probably on the computer in the dining room playing solitaire.
as she does every night.

happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts.
sad thoughts. shit.