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  • It seems Bret has come back to life over there. Finally.
  • In other news, my allergies are going crazy. I don’t know if it’s Pittsburgh, or the house, or what it is. It’s nuts.
  • My fingernails on my right hand have a bunch of stained glass paint under them, no matter how much I wash them. The fingerprints are all stained a little black as well.
  • I’m listening to David Gray’s White Ladder. What a great album. I like that part in “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye” where he says “We tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt / me in a suit, but it just wasn’t me.” I also like that part where he says “You and I had to be the standing joke of the year.”
  • Yesterday, my brother’s cat, Miko, killed a bird and left it for us in the upstairs bathroom. I didn’t see it, but my brother assured me it was gross, and missing a leg.
  • I’m nearly convinced that Pittsburgh doesn’t have any cute girls. I don’t know what happened, but everyone is very plain and boring looking. It’s a real shame. Maybe I just haven’t found the hotspot yet where they are all hiding.
  • I’m glad Friends is over. Why it took so long to die, I’ll never know. It’s demise was like a bad break-up that was just dragged out forever and ever.
  • I’m getting two books in the mail today from Amazon, and am totally stoked. One is “The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets,” which is probably the best book I’ve ever come across. And the other is also by the same author, Barbara Walker, and is called “The Woman’s Dictionary of Symbols and Sacred Objects”
  • Pittsburgh will be fine for a while. How long a while, I’m not sure. Where I will go next, I’m not sure. I can’t go back to Baltimore, I don’t think. That was wonderful while it lasted, though. I wonder how long I’ll be able to ride this edge of uncertainty in my life, not knowing what I’m doing, where I’m going, or really why any of it’s happening. All I can really go by anymore is when things feel right. So far, that changes slightly day by day until one day you wake up, you hear a song, you feel the wind & it’s time to move on. My trip across the country is taking a longer slower route than I expected it to. I suppose I should keep heading west, to the promise of the Pacific Ocean. I have a friend in Chicago I could stay with. And one in North Carolina, but I think that might be backtracking. My brother and I have also made loose plans to drive up to Toronto sometime soon. I like it there. Beautiful girls wherever you look.






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