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2014-01-15 - 10:43 p.m.

nothing was beautiful, and everything hurt.

1. i woke up tensed and coiled, the way you do when you're in an unfamiliar place and living out of your car. but i was next to my husband, in my own warm bed.

2. after stepping down pow on a christmas light, i was compelled to spend some time in pursuit of a long sliver of glass. couldn't feel it, didn't hurt.

3. sweet potatoes, crowder peas and creasy greens. you learn, don't you? somehow, you adapt.

4. my boss tells me that i have magic hands. "i bet you say that to all the girls," i reply. "no," he says, "just the..." "gullible ones?" i finish the joke for him. he laughs, and it sounds like real laughter.

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reading: the collected stories of deborah eisenberg.
listening to: zez confrey - dizzy fingers.
working on: damned if i know why i do this anymore.
wearing: an orange corduroy dress.
in the garden: these bluebirds seem to be staying for a while.


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