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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 think I might have a serious attitude problem. For some reason, some of my bosses piss me off. In my mind, serial crazy bosses=gish not thinking right.

Anyway, I'm on a banana cream pie pudding kick again. And Royal Gala apples. The fact that I can find those things in the Arctic is a miracle in itself. The fact that I am back to thosr sort of eating habits is a bit weird.

Last time I ate those things, I watched the sky change colours as I made frantic calls to MG (and still to this day, am amazed at my utter lack of shame as I related any and all events to him...I sometimes wonder if I said anything about the Apostle to him---so embarassing if I did) and smoked so many of those delicious cigarettes. I also ate a ton of pudding cups, and crisp Fall apples, and slowly lost my mind. Or maybe it wasn't really there to begin with.

In any event, that's what I was reminded of when I had a pudding cup last night. I bought all kinds of healthy things to eat, then only ate apples and pudding cups for dinner before heading to bed early.

I'm away from home on a work trip. I brought Bailey with me, carried him on the plane in a canvas bag then got into trouble for that in Iqaluit. But we got to eat in a chinese food restaurant and now we're in another Northern community, hanging out and working.

But I have to go now because I only just got on the internet at work, and I think that I will get in trouble for not documenting my time every 15 minutes (no shit). And somehow 'updating my journal' would probably not be that well accepted.

until later, go eat an apple.

think of me.

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