Sunday, November 1, 2009


forget that last post. I'm full of baloney. I mean, I am unnaturally, unhealthily invested in The Book, but exhaustion sometimes brings out the self-pity in long and whiny screeds. I get paid to do what I love. How cool is that?


Moria said...

But isn't it possible (necessary?) to love and feel pain at once?

Don't apologize for it.

Lisa B. said...

you are not full of baloney. sometimes you just have to let it all out. it is cool and it is also horrible. embrace the mystery.