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:: Saturday, September 17, 2005 ::

"And it's always you and me always, and forever, ba ba ba ba ba..." (The Wannadies)

Warning: Random thoughts using themselves as flotation devices ahead.
So.
Two short weeks till Moving Day, and of course, I'm suddenly nostalgic and best-friendly to our little apartment, like I'm actually going to miss straddling the line between ghetto and industrial waste. I'm clearly insane and in need of being not. I love the new house, though. It makes me feel like an Adult (not Grown-Up, I'm never going to be ready for that).
I really need to pack. Guess what I'm not doing right now?
And I've realized that if I decide to be a Writer, I'm already a loser. Every time a flash of inspiration hits me, I start a book. The end. If I decide to remain a Dabbler, however, I'm doing great. Someday, I will be inspired for six straight months and end up with an international bestseller (after I die; aren't all great writers recognized posthumously?).
Our dear little family is doing great. Babies are so much fun! It cracks us up that Natalie will crawl straight over all her colorful toys to get to dangerous-and-therefore-delicious-and-most-favorite things like paper, wires, shoes, and cell phones. Yum, yum. Want pictures?









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