dear edwin,
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<<22.10.09 9:07 p.m.>>
1-800-same-old-story


dear myra-lee,

the voice is *such* a bitch. we’re so on-again, off-again. i’m just not sure it’s going to work out.

also, d. sort of bummed me out this evening by writing another chapter in the thick tome, foresight? what ever do you mean? i’ve been on call for jury duty all week; and he’s been saying, “we’re screwed if you have to report, haha” all week, being that his mom’s not up to baby keeping and my mom’s on the mend after an outpatient thing. he’s been working on a big project at work that’s due out monday, but does he warn anyone that his wife and full-time keeper of his child might have to report to jury duty? nope. now he really is screwed. sighs and moans and eye-rolling.

and: i insist on continuing to wade through the muck that is my past, but sometimes i get amusement from it. this, for instance, from the just-got-back-from-working-in-london era:

”this is really sad, but i was inspired by...madonna today. i was flipping through the amazing number of channels supplied by my parents’ new satellite tv provider. bbc america’s offerings were boring at that moment in time, so i flipped on over to vh-1, which was airing “evolution: madonna.” this was super-cool, though, cos it was showing her in raw form: her danceteria days and before! “i'll do anything for money,” she says in some C movie she appeared in. just your typical go-to-nyc-and-do-anything-for-a-buck-and-the-dream story, but it was so what i needed just then. that‘s when i decided, fuck it, i'll take the crap-paying job at the high-end bookstore; i‘ll do PA work in LA; i‘ll work graveyards at this text editing place. i can DO this! at 10.18 p.m., i'm worried about life and money once again, but it worked for a few hours anyway.”

that was october 23, eight years ago. that was also about four months before i landed myself at the ca1endar-making joint, where i would remain and slowly wither for six years.

jesus! where is my g-damn life coach?


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