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Tuesday, December 8th, 2009
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kushandkismet
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Just handed in a 13-page short story a day late, and I'm about to smoke a tightly-packed bowl and take a long, hot shower. Sit naked by myself in my bedroom and think about why my fish is dying. I forgot my phone at Jacob's today, but I'm not really bothered. After how many years of being at everybody's fingertips, it might be nice to experience a little disconnect.
It's too cold to go outside, and there aren't enough blankets in the world to remind me what summer felt like. Go on, winter. Do your worst. But I've got three tea bags and a box of matches that say you're nothing but a timid frost.
I've got just under a month to spend, remembering what it feels like to live lavishly, with profound enjoyment. I think I'm up to the challenge.
 ( Here is something that happened this summer )
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