9 july 2009
Here's where I try to write something other than insignificant incessant moping.
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I do get a little spark of pleasure at having a place to write again.
Though I feel sometimes that rewarding work is a far-flung fantasy, I have a nice paycheck coming next week.
Bo is playing his guitar on a porch tonight, and prior to his melanchony tunes, we'll eat delicious food there.
That movie about a boy who can do magic is coming out next week.
I don't know, I have my senses and a place to live and a family that loves me, my health and no impending lion attacks?
It's the simple things, really.