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Feeling wild. More pictures. I have a lot of things on my mind.

For Lyssie's birthday I wrapped all of her gifts in homemade unicorn wrapping paper. It's one of the coolest things I've done this year, I should put it on my resume.





Regarding Work: On day 20 of email vigilance my Blackberry starts to look kind of evil. That little blinking red light. Ick.

I find myself checking email in bed, tapping out my messages with a pillow tucked under my arm.

Then exhale.

I get my Thanksgiving break 2 weeks late but I'm getting it and I could not be more thrilled.






I found the beach again, and I have these boots that are perfect for Winter walking it. Plus this awesome coat: chocolate with sprinkled pink frosting on the inside, and super cozy.





Off topic: I think Lady Gaga is the shit. I know that's pedestrian or whatever. But I think she's brilliant and paints with a massive fucking palette. It makes me happy (sorry Meg).





I don't emoticon except in text messages. I think I've done it here like once, right? In dire straits, I was. My heart was breaking. Shit was monumental.

But at work? Daily. No fuck that. Hourly. Plus: this strange use of exclamation points.

I don't know what this means. But it's one of the things on my mind.





Also there is high-rise apartment buildings in Oakland, which I've been dreaming about and dreaming about all week. I need a perch.





Sometimes I wish I could just tuck away and be a Serious Writer. Write something so big that it wouldn't matter to me what people thought about me while reading it. Something bigger than the sum of my parts, you know?





But for now. That's all you get here.

Night.