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I know this diary is so often pure stream of consciousness and I don't edit and I don't go back and try and even prop up a little card house of coherency, mainly cause I don't have a strong sense of audience and I don't fucking have to...so! I just have been having some guilt that if I just tried to organize myself and my thoughts I could be a well-read and much-liked internet blogger. Hah. That would never be besides in the nutty realm of my 'maginatings. Anyway, some things are true: today has been really nice.
For one, no class. Which is supra-neat because class is often boring as hell.
For two, I got to find out how my dearheart friends are. Happy to report that they are: good. It's nice to get out of the nestiness of the Nest and chat with them about life. It's my own fault I don't see them more, but I'm glad to be able just to grab lunch and connect.
For three, holy hell: Supernatural.
Yah, huh. The hotness, the craziness, the dumbness, the weirdness of that show is totally working for me. TWoP has some nice links to the pilot and such, and while I'd drag them up for you, I'd hasten you to recall: I AM LAY-ZEE.
Oh, because I want to be a promoter:
Click here for the hotdumb!
Oh yeah, for quatre, As Time Goes By. I love that show, too, with the warm cockles of my heart. I will never feel completely bad when that is on TV. I want to be old in just that way, when I am old, you know. Happy old.
Cinq: So much good music is in the files of Amazon's free downloads. Sarah Harmer! I forgot about her after we got rid of MuchMusic for the completely crap/useless Fuse, whatever that is. And a million other things. I got on this kick after watching a lot of PBS music specials when I should be sleeping.
I'm just enjoying it. Life. Enjoying the passage of Fred.
This is probably the last two months for the foreseeable future when someone won't have a say in where my ass is at any given time or what I'm doing with the person attached to the ass (myself, I assume) and it pleases me no end. It was so sunny and nice and pleasant and good that it has totally stripped me of any ability to grouse and bitch.
I mean, this is what we hope for. Days like this. Balances.
