i really meant to do a lot more this weekend. but the only thing i really managed to do was clean the Beat Cave. which is, of course, a feat in itself. things are actually organized. and there's pictures on the walls. pictures! in frames and everything!

but it still feels like something's missing. it's been like that since i came back from salisbury. back from the place that i worked so hard to build a life in for six years. i think being back there gave the measure of my life here, and how much it's lacking...the kind of conversations that i can have there, the fact that i occasionally left the house when i was there, and saw people that i liked when i did...here, i work. and then i come home. i eat dinner. i may or may not spend some time in front of the glowing box. and then i go to bed.

which is where i'm going. -beatpoetgrrl

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