I am listening to Kenny Rogers and web seeking a new form of capital. I had forgotten how fun Mom’s house can be and how much I fucking love Kenny Rogers. I spoke to an old love last night. It was drunken and numb and sensational to hear myself forgive him without reservation. It was resolution of some shape and I feel better today because of it. I can’t be sorry for it despite my will to discard it. I suppose there is really time enough for counting when the dealin’s done.
I have a couple interviews, a really harsh cold, and a little bit of hope.
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