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March 14, 2008 - 11:53 But E-books, peppered with legitimate work, purposeful doodling, tempered with Solitaire, and a running, encrypted Word document have kept me surprisingly sane during this trying time. --One really nice sensory blip is dealing cards. One rubbed against another feels like grainy satin, and laid down they let out a satisfying Thwack. --I�m relentlessly conscious of my stomach. --This weekend (NAME) ruffled the hair at the crown of my head, and (NAME) kissed me at the temple. Touching my head and hair may seem like an innocent gesture, but it�s secretly a palpable jolt between the legs. It doesn�t matter who you are. --Scrolling quickly through a dense word file, the text starts to look like roving ant armies�and then your eyes glaze over. --HALLOWEEN COSTUME: Hester Prynne- fantastically gold embroidered velvet �A� pinned to chest, Scarlet. --I have never played solitaire this long without winning. --Am full today with rage and annoyance. One quarter of one side of my belly is visibly upraised. --�An entire class of susceptibilities, and a gift connected with them--of no great richness or value, but the best I had--was gone from me.� NH�s eloquent summation of what I mean to express with: �I feel dead.� --A lazy person is unattractive to me. Those who romanticize lethargy and place some kind of specialness on the easy lifestyle, I�m not buying it. When I try to fathom the thought process, I feel gross. This is judgmental. --Without this interior reflex, nothing amuses me or feels personal. --Accidental word combo: Secred- something that is both secret and sacred. --I caved and bought a Kombucha. It made me feel drunk. --Monthly it takes: --Accidental parody- While my green tea, gently steeps. --Reading e-books is a bit like solving a Magic Eye. Looking directly at the screen is distracting, but if you focus past the text and visualize, you can see the story. --Deflated. It didn�t occur to me that �desperate� was a relevant term in situations suited for emotional frankness. I only ever meant to expose the pathetic sort of vulnerability this stirs in me- because I thought I could, and it would count. --If I ever patented a font, maybe it�s cheesy, but I�d call it �Shadow Box�. --For 3 days my under eyes have been marked especially grey and puffy, but I sort of fancy the way it makes me look world weary�like I�ve just seen too much. At least, that is what I�d like to believe.� Word Doc Blog- kind of like that one good joke on the American office about Creed�s thoughts.blog., or whatever it was. In the spirit of our day�s tactless exposition, unedited, above, if you dared�
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