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Mandatory Sheepish Follow-up to Mandatory Pre-Birthday Blog Entry
Thursday, September 07, 2006

It’s just that I don’t know what needs to be said. No matter how egotistic I am, I’m tired of retrospectives. I see the world in retrospect every single day, through goggles that have don’t forget what’s happened to you before, you sick fuck written across the lens, so looking back on my 20-year-old-dom seems way too tiring.

That, and the fact that I’m living in a bubble right now. Not a bad bubble. Just a bubble. I like the word bubble. Bubble. Bubble. But really, as of now, I’m just in this flimsy, anything-goes state—just writing, just doing thesis work, just hanging around with friends, just letting the Whatever take me wherever it wants to take me—and I feel, well, adequate seems to be the closest word for it. I’m not too bogged down with the usual urgency. I just feel that I’m going somewhere, and that’s good enough for now. The panic associated with this sense of progress will come in later, that’s pretty certain, but later. Not now. Maybe next week. And this okay-ness can’t really result in some dramatic birthday blog post.

So there. My 21st year of existence will begin on Sunday. That’s all I need to tell myself, and that’s all I feel like saying. Yup. Okay.


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