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i just don't know what to do with myself or my brain (funny how i think the two are at odds). it was feeling this way three years ago that made me publish my book in the first place, so perhaps it will piss me off enough to do something now. i'm bogged down by money, the myriad ways my love life is on sensory overload, my grandmother and her soon to be bucket officially kicked-ness, my sister and her self-centred ways, my mother and her inconsiderateness, me and my apparently terminal retardation... i abhor weakness and fear, and when i am weak and afraid it sends me into a tailspin. well, shit.

you need to come out more. you're one of my favourite people on this site and i never see you. biatch.

and again, i want to apologise for the crab cake fiasco, and i hope you will return to the newsroom again someday.

peace.