*i'd make you sit down with the southern ladies in their blue pantsuits. 2002-05-25 12:34 p.m.*

okay, i have very little to say, but i want that last entry to go away, without actually having to delete it.

this morning, i woke up about once an hour for no reason at all. one time i thought i was going to puke but that was just from the stale cigarette and cigar smoke stuck in my nose from pcp. but the one time out of all those times i got up, only one time was too pee, and i remember just being utterly shocked at how good my body felt. like better than it has in a really long time, just all over goodness. all the back ache-ies and leg grumblies were gone, and i felt like i was walking in this aligned way that i don't think i have walked in, in a very long time. and even when i got up this morning to get up get up, the feeling was still there. my tummy's a little confused by life, but that's to be expected (4 cactus coolers, rum, tequila, and an american beauty... which is not a real whole lot, but enough of the sweetness for my tummy to be disoriented).

and yes, for whoever's counting, i feel better today. a little bit of a funk, but that probably has as much to do with the fact that i have to go call people and sell my soul to the devil for 5 hours. and also that whole sad surreal passing of the guard feeling that happens when there's graduation and the realization that these people won't be around next year. and, yeah, that whole, i'm not one of these people, thing that hit me at graduation itself. but in other ways, i'm back to my pussyloving joyous self. more or less.

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