Dec 2, 2002
Ideas are coming differently today. Different in pace. Different in urgency. I often stew in my discontent with everything being less than new. And then sometimes, I catch a glint of favor in finding that things are the same. I wish I could make up my mind.
My persistent, mundane vexations are back. The pain in the neck. The twitch in the eye. I hope all this poison is just the runoff of my brain's magical processes. Like polychlorinated biphenyls.
It's no World of Suzie Wong out there, you know.
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