I am glowing in the dark right now!

All writing in my head all day...

You used to be someone / who meant something / to me - and talking to George about the timeshare paperwork a couple of weeks ago - it was so strange, because there was nothing there. Nothing. Like talking to a stranger in the grocery store about the peanut butter machine, only even less than that, because I talk to strangers in the grocery store sometimes, and it's kind of fun. But this was like, nothing. Nothing at all. The laminate countertop of this desk at my job. But even that like, holds stuff up.

Like like like. Side effects of watching MSCL compulsively.

So, on to more important things - there's this picture Kristin has of us [note, this entry is being transcribed from a pre-scan scrawl in the receptionist notebook earlier this morning] and we're all bursting at the seams, a time Ugly came and played back in New Haven in the nineties. All Barney sheet pillowcases at the Space. All laying around, all high, all beaming. Screaming, "I am glowing in the dark right now!" out of our faces without even having to say anything. We're all fuzzy and out of focus. And, again, absent consupmtion of said substances, it's possible to feel that good all the time... it's happening to me constantly. To want for nothing, besides maybe like, some tights or something. To be ever-present, full and beaming and alive.

I should know. (I'm a medical doctor. You should quit...)

Has anyone ever taken space to write about how the headlines on the Gmail spam folders give you spam recipies? Spam Primavera. Spam Bake. I think we should discuss that sometime. They've left me alone at work again, and I've got to get this letter off to Dan Savage. But maybe after that.

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[Keeping the goodness going since 1976.™]