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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.

I'm so sick.
Sick in the head, sick with a freaking cold...you name it. I've been in bed most of the day, trying to get rest and kick this cold (mentally, although my body never listens to me when I talk to it).
Not to get too graphic but my nose was running like a river, so in a fit of geniusness...I decide to plug it up with some kleenex. Then I decide to have a smoke. Bad idea if you have flammable materials hanging out of your nose. Luckily, I realised this before anything lit on fire.

And for a little while, I felt a little like the old me. Heh.

In other news, I've been watching Six Feet Under again and am about to finish the last season. On the hunt for more dvds to watch. The winter is getting me down. I am looking forward to the green and the liberty of the warmer months. I like to think there are endless possibilities in the time to come.

Not in any kind of bad mood, just puttering around before I get ready for bed. trying to decide which book to read, that sort of thing. I've reconnected with Sam again. We're cautiously chatting, we'll see how that goes. God knows there's no turning back to the old days.

I think Marble snores louder every year he gets older. Buckley is as quiet as a mouse. When he's sleeping.

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