I just finishing proof reading a friends first novel. It's quite good, a sweet story of love in 1989. I have to tell her some of her cultural references are way off. I'm not looking forward to that.
I've kept busy; I'd forgotten the time of year. April, when life starts coming back. Some years, the earth returns with more vigor than others.
Friday Music - Gorillaz feat. Sparks
Fighting the dictator. It's exhausting. And my friends want me to join them for a get-together. I'll take it to forget the madness ...
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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