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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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It's a Blue Rodeo kind of day

The S key on my laptop has popped off. I think Buckley had something to do with it, but I can't be sure...I do strange things in my sleep. It won't just pop back on, so I'll go into Futureshop and sheepishly explain that I don't have any idea what happened.

Errands in the city today. It's a clear, fine Fall day (even though it's not officially Fall yet) which is just perfect for driving. I'm not really in the mood to go places, I just want to lay here and watch movies I've watched a gazillion times. Maybe eat popcorn. Maybe nap. It seems that everytime I need to do stuff, I back off and wither on the sidelines. So easy being nothing.

Writing is coming. Waves of it. Off my tongue, through my fingers, onto the page. Indelible. Curse. The curse being that it will stop, eventually.

Anyway, I should be slinking out of bed and getting ready for the rest of the afternoon. Times goes by so quickly when I'm not watching.

We're older every second.

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