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READ ME ... yeah, right. Right?

I'm sick of everyone else having on-line diaries. I want one too.

What is this all about? Maybe you should read the READ ME READ ME.


december 21, 1997:
shortest day
l o n g e s t . n i g h t


Things only get better from here on in.


How can I not post on Solstice?


Things are different from last year. Instead of the sea, I have scary rumbling noises, wind, sirens and something that sounds like thunder. I am on deadline and the night feels as creepy as it is long.

Nonetheless, things are better this year. I almost forgot that fact yesterday until I read some frighteningly articulate emails that reminded me. Phew.

I still have very little to say. I have been this way before. Not speaking is relaxing, when I am not feeling guilty for coming off as rude.

People talk so much. And say so little.


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