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I broke a mirror today. see you in 2013, right? by then I'll be pushing forty and will probably be complaining anyway. mirror or no mirror.

I just took everything out of my bathroom and spackled all the nail holes and crack spots. except I have to take a shower - whoops. it's the cool kind though, it goes on hot pink and dries white so you know when it's time. I've been all jacked up about painting and making it right and putting up these shelves everywhere. these motherfucking life consuming shelves. sometimes I wish I was just like my cat, napping and coming over to love me when I'm home, eating, shitting, and napping some more. except the prospect of licking my own ass doesn't really work for me. but you know - she doesn't give a fuck about shelves, you know? she tries like hell to find the most comfortable spot in the room, whether it's the corner of the bed or the rug or on my jacket or the little sherpa thing I bought her that she doesn't fit on but she lays on it anyway.

so I'm still all jacked up about these damn shelves. and kristin, in her infinite wisdom today on the phone, says, after I've told her about how they won't go where I wanted them to:

why don't you get rid of the stuff you needed the shelves for?

fucking brilliant. by the way, she's looking for a job. I guarantee she'll be the best employee you'd ever dream of having - she's brilliant and insightful and she knows how to do some seriously complicated internet stuff. that, and she's one of the best writers I know. love her. and give her lots of money while you're at it.

plus, she's my boston wife. and I wouldn't marry just anyone.

the inklings of fall tour approacheth - I've already got plans to go see steve in the city at the end of the month, and tom brosseau at the end of march. keep coming, willya?

~vvb