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The morning after
I dragged my wretched carcass out of bed at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to set out to a bridal shower in Grand Junction. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion, the wine the night before or general self loathing, but I was a hopeless emotional waste. Overwhelmed in so many…
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Bye bye Palomino
It wasn’t the farewell I wanted. I had it planned. The Palomino was going to be gone after this weekend and of course we had to say goodbye: To reminisce and toast the place and thank it for the great times we had there. D and I first stumbled into…
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Yet another Wednesday
My hunger strike lasted 24 hours. That’s pretty good, don’t you think? I was just waiting for something good to happen to me, but my meds musta finally kicked in because all the sudden it seemed like everything was just peachy. Or maybe it was just because I was hungry. Maybe, just maybe things…
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Downtown
I usually don’t walk that way anymore. I tell myself it’s because I’m lazy, taking the mall shuttle to the corner of 16th and Lawrence then walking two blocks, rather than taking the bus to Market and cutting across four blocks. I’m not lazy, though. I have to be honest. I’ve…
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Saturday
Wow. I feel so much better today. Think I’ll leave that one up there, though. It’s not like anyone is actually reading any of this so it won’t hurt anything. I had an excellent time last night. It’ll make a good fleeting flashback. heh. I do so love my friends!
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Can’t help but wonder
Of course people look to a better world beyond this one. Happiness is fleeting and minute. Humans try vainly to etch the slightest incidents of joy into our brains so we can regurgitate them like an LSD flashback. The rest of those hundreds of thousands of moments are spent killing time and slowly killing ourselves. Bah.…
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Basketball
I’d only walked an eighth of a mile on the treadmill at the Paul Derda Recreation Center when I was overcome by an epiphany: I really like guys. The treadmill faces the window to the basketball courts where there are always various and sundry sweaty bodies bopping back and forth across the…
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Post Nativital Blues?
Not likely. More like post-nativital complacency. I haven’t done a damn thing the past several days but think. Think, think, think. I wish I could stop my mind from twisting, shifting, conjecturing, analyzing and contemplating. I wonder if it’s aging me; if thought is power, I’m using mine up way too quickly. Now,…
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Cheers!
Curt is wildly eccentric, which of course makes him one of my favorite people even though he’s really Darrell’s friend. He was great. He brought books for the kids and dessert. He also made his own brand of margaritas for us, which involved cheap beer to make it foamy. Groovy.…
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Early Christmas
What an excellent time we had at Early Christmas! Lots of levity and laughter. It was so great to see everyone, even though it was for a short time. The fact that I was, like, quasi-ill didn’t even slow us down. At first I thought it might be some bad…
At Least They're Committed 