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...the Velvet Underground song. minus the part about "hitting". that's the song that popped into my head as i watched the taillights creep down the driveway, the Subie full of cardboard liquor boxes full of her stuff. i didn't really expect this day to ever come. after all of the heated exchanges followed by unresolved silence, days of unending muteness, and those of character assassination, i always had the impression that it was all for show... but i guess her decision is made. as bad as this is going to eventually feel, it's a breakthrough, for her. any decision... since that's what it seems i was around for. now, how to continue without eating myself into a doughy slime, or descending into serious alcoholism and substance abuse? get cracking, that's how. for the first time in about nine days, the sun is out. if i'm still the superstitious aborigine that i think i am, this should be taken as a sign... as is the death of my PC, and the purging of my innards by the chicken curry i made last night, thanks to the not-quite-cooked potatoes. were it not for the paucity of my bank account, my check spent before i even see it, i'd be doing something impetuous and impulsive. involving travel. selling everything and buying a MINI... british racing green with a yellow roof. or a ton of marching powder. or a concubine. actually, what i want to do is draw. that would be a first... in years. |
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