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Typing with a cat on my lap, and a laptop, makes me think the computer is about to go flying, then crashing, to the floor. That's probably more commas than I have used in a week!!!! I'm wondering about public vs private persona(s). If conor oberst isn't singing for me, then who is he singing for, obviously himself or someone else, the OTHER, better ME. Pencil lead, tennis courts, psychedelic colors of my outfit today. It's Physics Day. I read a chapter. Better late than never. I wore some crazy bright blueandwhite and Orange striped shirt with pink shorts to play tennis. The brand of the shirt is The Red Eye. I got it at a thrift store in cleveland with a girl named Kristen from my creative writing class, along with cowboy boots. The only reason I like cowboy boots is because Sam Michel and Noy Holland wore them when they visited my school when I was still a kid. Not a kid anymore, just a hyper thirty year old with punk rock tendencies. Oh, the cat's not on my lap any more.

So, guy troubles in paradise. Much advice, little concrete. I should write some concrete poetry. I also have to destroy my diploma if I want a grant for school, but I cannot do it. Too much blood and tears for something so small and lucky. I have to send an alacritic letter to my friend who isn't my friend yet. I have to tell someone how strange love can be that it flows so carefully. I'm pretty sure my coworker calls people dog, as in "relax, dog." Why do I have images of a hanging in my head? Strange fruit, the worst is yet to come, the best is all muddled, and the past harm will be over. I looked for Levy all over cleveland. I found "lover i don't have to love" at a candiria show across from the food coop. I might have to move again. My first love was for a girl when I was fifteen. Don't tell me I have it easy. Executive functions explain some of the trouble I have had, but not why my psychologist didn't like my lifecoach. At least I ran away to Spain, so I could learn something. To Swim. Hi Vinnie!!