Another Saturday night....

Enough people encouraged me that I am going to make a commitment to post every day in September too. Fuck me for being a masochist. But tonight I hope you'll forgive me if I cop out. I've been writing all evening to a friend who asked me for the story of a post I wrote in April. I spent several hours writing the history, the rational, behind that letter. I appreciate that he asked, and it's good sometimes to go back and see if anything has really changed.

Not much has, at least as it concerns the situations that inspired that letter. It was a reminder why some people have left my life and why I have to be OK with their absence, so I didn't expect anything and that's what I got. However, the sentiments I shared are still true.

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It's late now, but I still need to practice some music for the gigs Chicken Grrrl and I have coming up in October. She refuses to learn to play the guitar and I can't sing like she can and I'm the great enabler, so much as it pains my fingertips and the muscles in my forearms (damn you, barre chords), I will turn now from writing to playing my guitar.

What should you be doing right now?