I've been so busy getting ready for my vacation that I've almost forgotten that it's supposed to be fun. It's so much work to get ready for, and I act so serious; it's just striking me as odd.
And yet, I can NOT wait to get there. Pennsic is special.
Special.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Para bailar la bamba
I am a grown up. I don't know quite how that happened, but I no longer wait for something that will never come. I do not lie alone longing for meaning. And I don't write soul-searching journal entries the way I used to, with true angst. It takes a lot more these days to cause me true pain. I must have finally gotten calluses.
This is a good thing.
This is a good thing.
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