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Checked my profile today and it has been viewed 191 times. I'm a bit overwhelmed, haven't seen this much activity since public schooling.

How I miss the children . . .

I've found a hobby!

Pretty good, huh? I've been buying dinners and "improving" them to keep my mind off the novel. Ever since the idea occurred to me last month, I've seen more and more people in the takeout lines. Call me crazy but I think I've started a trend.

Hits you rough, ya know?

I like to consider myself an enthusiast -- not of any one thing but of everything as a whole; anime is pretty cool though. Not really up-to-date on the stuff but I like the idea of it:

Female Impowerment

Magic

Animation

It's pretty much everything I've ever wanted in my life all wrapped up in some foreign language I got a C- in at Community College.

Makes me wonder what I could be if it wasn't for that plumbing incident.

Feeling a bit like Hagrid (Harry Potter reference for the unenlightened) right now. Not too found of the light streaming between the cracks in the blinds. Sometimes the darkness just seems right, you know? Like, nothing matters when you're the tree in question of falling down when no one is around.

Us Writers

There are days that I wonder if I should let other people read my novel. Confidence isn't the issue anymore (surprise!!!), but the people -- err, lack of people I should say.

Haha, oh sorry, little inside novelist joke.

About the confidence, I won the crane game at my last outing to Denny's! Plus the all you can eat pancake is helping grandma's inheritance last me a little longer.

I really don't want to go back on welfare; really don't want to give up my poppy seed bagels.

Hohahe, another joke. Oh, us writers.

Internet Access

Sorry about not updating for awhile; I fell through the "cracks" at the cable company between transferring from 56k to broadband. I'll admit, when nobody showed up to install the wiring I didn't take too much notice.

However, I feel happy for a change! No more midnight shopping sprees at Wal Mart for me. I'm what they call a "Reflection of the Sun" now. Well, that's what the kids in the denim jackets by the Soda Machines were calling me.

Sounds positive.

I can't describe my pain

Today, while enjoying a fine cuisine at a local fast food chain, I was attacked. No real harm was put on me but I will always be forced to remember. My favorite shirt was ruined in the assault on my form. I was drenched in ketchup in a similar fashion to that of an old lynch mob pouring tar on a black man. The shirt, a long sleeve, silk shirt was destroyed. I planned to wear it on the day I became engaged to my lucky woman, if I ever find her that is..

Anyways, my attacker was a husky man, 'bout 5'4. The idea of him brings that rare smile to my face but the image is corrupt, my shirt is lost.

My life, it seems, is like a poetic tragedy.

It's raining.

Sorry for the short update, but I've been depressed. I didn't feel like going outside today. I remembered that it was raining on that day too.

The day the music died.