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this time, last night, i was sleeping with the angels on the futon... which was a damned good thing (poor choice of words): the television was still on, repeating the marathon of MostHaunted on TheTravelChannel... including the episode at the AncientRamInn, where one of the investigators got knocked on his ass by no apparent influence. maybe it's a good thing i didn't complete my studies in psychology/parapsychology back at my alma matter... that could possibly have been my ass, if i'd let it. no... what you can see is much more unsettling. i am well aware that it's only a ceremonial flipping of the calendar, stepping into another year... but having just read the first entries-of-the-month in this journal, like the "meme" that was popular not so long ago dictated, i'm not going to lament much of the past year fading into history. oh, there were five days of formula one at Indianapolis... my Big Adventure of the year. finally emerging victorious in the Infamous Border Wars against adversaries with much deeper pockets and influence. fixing things that i had no dream of previously. taking lots of photos. forcing my writing to be a bit more coherent. making my opinions known to the movers-and-shakers. and servering a relationship that had gone on for longer than was good for either of us. in retrospect, the bad always seems to outweigh the good. but, there was plenty of good, after all. it just doesn't reveal itself on the surface. but some things and people do. you know who you are. it's clean-slate time, even if it's just imaginary. and it's not just the stout talking, either. |
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