It was too late for tragic women--tragic anything.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
it was the only thing holding me up, holding me up
I have this bizarre trembly feeling in my chest, like I might go from reasonable calm jokey measuredness to uncontrollable sobbing. I don't think I'm going to, but just that I feel I could. That little under-the-skin quiver. This week, man.
I blame that termite you ate. He's getting ready to migrate out. :P
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