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A computer died. Can you Believe the great good cheer I can muster up, usually, in public? The smokescreen. Yet I walk around holding my Breath. I turn Corners as if there are knives waiting. I Don’t know how it is possible to bleed so much and not heal. I ate too much Chocolate tonight, a forgotten stash I uncovered. Delicious and Disgusting. Every morning is harder than the one that came before. I breathe more Easily at night, but cannot sleep. I heard From X, who speaks blithely of “value paths.” Futile. I cannot staunch the Flow. God is just a character on “Lost.” Or not even that. Happiness: depleted. I need something to look forward to, regularly. The vet said Nina is not Jaundiced, so perhaps she will live a little longer than we thought? J-Lo should not have worn that bodysuit on New Year’s Eve. Did I mention the Knives? Damn. I Love too hard, too long, too stupidly. Make me dinner, please, and I Might surprise you. Never take anyone at face value. Never assume you understand what goes on behind closed doors. Once I was better at being happy, I was. Pebbles: the word “calculus” has something to do with this. Little Pebbles. Did you know? Quite a chilly evening in New England, in this head and heart. I need some help Roaring. Roar! So quiet now. Two Sisters live under my roof—I did not have a Sister, but I am one. The cat needs spaying. The dog is dying. U4GotMe, UKnow. Very tired. Very Weary. Xavier collects xylophones, said Sophie’s homework, once. You forgot me, You know. The medicine helps with the ZZzzzzz‘s.