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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.

God, the music sometimes...

just time enough for a quick update. My cup of hot coffee has gone cold, and I might be running a little late for an oil change this morning. Need to highway-ready the car for the roadtrip I'll be embarking on starting this morning.

My iPod is ready to go. I've loaded tons of Whiskeytown onto it, and am reveling in the voice of Ryan Adams. It's just too good, sometimes. God, the music sometimes...

It feels like maybe the time is going too fast. I've spent a few days with my parents on Manitoulin and now I'm off to London for about a week before heading to Kingston for a few days, then back here before heading back to Nunavut.

The fireworks fiasco was....interesting. I've decided that I don't like lighting fireworks. The fuses are too short and now that I'm an old lady, my heart just can't hack the fact that I have to light and dash as though my arms depend on it. And while I'm running away, the fireworks are exploding over my head. I'm still running, even as the ash falls down into my hair.

But I have to run now. Even though it's early, I got times to keep.

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