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Nothing like a good solid non-alchoholic night's sleep, dense with rotten rotten dreams and pet hugging, to make Saturday morning 7:30 a.m. purely ________. I can't decide: yea or nay. Tonight I'll sleep with alcohol and compare & contrast. I'm an anthropologist. You're a foreign locale. The article will be published in a first-rate college journal and will bring me much egotistical gratification.

Today is the day of the big excursion: have you ever been this excited about Home Depot? The possibility of bowling and/or Vietnamese food is making me tingle.

Had a good talk w/Herman my boss (I am SO LUCKY I don't have to work for idiots) yest that was very illuminating. He talked about me. I learned alot. He also said something that made me bend over in hysterics as soon as he left the room. Quiet hysterics - you know the kind where you silently seize up & grab your belly, face contorted, small gusts of spittle shooting from your pursed lips and/or flared nostrils? That kind.

I like the two plates in this pic. Says alot to me about alot. That's Christine's birthday cake. The melting letters sent us over the moon. She's so much fun to give to. A delight, a strong pleasure. I'll drink my morning espresso in her honor. I know she'll be thrilled.

So at your age are you happy with what you've done with your life? Do you feel you've got a good handle on who you are and why? Are you ok w/the slipping away? Is it a T.S. Eliot or Dalai Lama day?

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I was just discussing this on my live journal- and I'd say Dalai Lama, as I will be channelling compassion until it gets to be a personal habit.

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here's to you eli. missing home a bit... hope i get to see you soon=======