“You can’t have it once you’ve had it.”
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From the monthly archives:
April 2010
I cannot sleep. It is late, but not that late. The hour time difference is nothing really, and the amount of time spent sleeping
when I’m here is ridiculous, inordinate even. Ativan in the bathroom. There are only a few left, less than three, I think. Have I gone
through that many? [...]
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HER: “So, I have these really obnoxious students who are always poking fun at a kid who supposedly had a hot dog shoved in his ass at a party one night.”
ME: “Er, what? Was he drunk?”
HER: “Yeah, that’s what they say. And they call the kid ‘Penetration’. I mean, it IS sort of [...]
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At least that’s something.
The realization that everything has it’s point, everything goes in it’s place. The more… mercenary… aspects of my personality… the awareness of my feelings towards my family. I abandoned my family for most of five years, Suzanne. Five years, where a five minute phone call once a month is [...]
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Robert Smith knows angst.
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