Sunday, September 27, 2009

the nights are to get through


I.

I'm holed up at the DZ again. I think I might be hiding. It's as good a place as any to hide.

Uncertainty is exciting. It's *the* exciting thing, as a matter of fact. Certainty is the death of interest.

Even so, a bit of encouragement would be nice. I'm ready to gnaw off my own arm.

II.

Someone compared me favourably to "the redheadeded girl" on the TV show 'Mad Men' today. As I'm TVless, I hadn't seen it - so I googled it, and whaddaya know. It's Saffron, from my favourite episode of Firefly.

Best. Compliment. Ever. I'm the new mayor of blushtopolis.

III.

I've made the same mistake so many times. This time is different. If I'm making a mistake, it's going to be a brand-new one.

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