Sunday, June 7, 2009


I just added some notes to my draft: very curt and cold notes. They reflect nothing of the feelings about which I'll be writing. They use phrases such as "edit to reflect events"; they are written in block capitals like a note to the pet-sitter.

I am inebriated and I am glad. I might otherwise wish to go back in time and slap my younger self full in the face. Bitch, I would say, grinning through my fury, what the fuck were you thinking?

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