No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction at anytime.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction,
a blessed unrest keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others.
-- Martha Graham to Agnes De Mille
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2001-08-24 - 12:54 p.m.

i can see the corner from here

i haven't turned the corner from insomnia, depression, bitterness and loneliness to happiness, health, hot-oil massages from supermodels (a guy can dream can't he?), and insomnia (without losing *all* touch with reality), but i think i might be able to see the corner from here.

that's a start. right?

i just erased a huge chunk of boring details about working on BigSis's site.

i need to get out more.

i got a voice mail from Mom today (note to self: call Mom) where she 1) kept talking until she ran out of room (she *always* does this. often she'll call back and continue her rambling in a second message) and 2) asked me if the Coors she's had in her fridge since Christmas would still be good and could she serve it at our picnic tomorrow.

not really up on her beer trivia, my mother.

i suppose the fact that it's Coors might mean that no one would notice that it's been skunked for six months. i wouldn't notice, but i wouldn't drink Coors out of a supermodel's navel. actually, i wouldn't drink much of anything out of anyone's navel. lint and all that. yuck.

so i'm trying to coast my way through this friday without losing my good mood.

so far, so good.

i'll let ya know how it goes.

you will be checking back, right?

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