December 30th, 2004

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Back home, and my brain is a marshmallow. Perhaps I should pour chocolate syrup on it, and see if that helps.

All of life is in flux, as it has been. Got in touch with Benny, which is good. Got a hard nibble from Vonage, too; it's amazing how strokes of good fortune attract each other.

Very much to do. Get furniture out of storage, pick a new job, close up the old one, file custody and support papers, get paid for the old Delaware job, and half a dozen other things. If someone *wants* it, I'll publish the whole to-do list; failing an inquiry, I'll spare yez.

I'm weary but not tired. Roust myself, or sleep? Or fuck a watermelon? I gotta do *some*thing...