I am, for once you may say in recent memory, in a good mood.
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yes, it's 8pm and i am still at work. yes i think i am allergic to potatoes. yes i didnt sleep last night at all and havent even started christmas shopping.
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but i just spent a couple hours ranting about childhood literacy and influential fiction, which always gets my engines revved.
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plus for some reason i feel okay. not because of eyeliner or sunshine or my salary.
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i just do.
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and i am going to revel in it. (and by revel in it you know i mean go have sex)


ps - i really will change this hideous layout. i promise. i think i need an online makeover. my profiles are dull, this thing is a blight on blogging everywhere (if such a thing can exist). perhaps it's like a weirdo dorian grey thing. or maybe the reverse. i'm not sure. but i know there is some philosophical literary illusion to be had here. i'll get back to you on that one.