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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.

Just a few things coiling up in my mind lately...


dear email god: why do I continue to get email from Budweiser even when I've never signed up for anything and have apparently (not) unsubscribed from the email service?

Why does Buckley continue to believe the cat box is his personal snack house, despite my efforts to convince him otherwise.

Why does Marble (my other Cairn Terrier who is about a hundred years old) think it my duty to lift him onto the bed as opposed to his trying to jump up. I did not sign on for ancient dog duty.

My cat thinks my pillow is hers.

My shrink thinks I'm nuts...if I want to eat lettuce for a week, then I should be allowed to eat lettuce for a week! p.s this is lettuce with some sort of dressing, I am not eating it to lose weight, it's because I actually want to. I like lettuce sometimes.

My room is such a mess that I think I ought to just move to another room.

Even though it is the middle of winter, a melt happened over the course of 3 days and now most of the snow is gone. We had record high winds today and my parent's car shelter blew into a bunch of our cedar trees. They were chagrined.

Time to turn brain off. Toodles.

I have not read a good book in I do not know how long.

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