Jun 25, 2002
"I'll wear the red dress tonight..."
My office -- like a microcosm of my existence -- is by turns too hot and too cold. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection, I am by turns pleased and disappointed. I'm backing up, in preparation for a great leap forward. Or slinking away in shame.
I'm in a warm eddy, but the cold is on my shoulder. This is not a metaphor.
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