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The reason I haven't been writing lately is that I don't feel like writing about my life, but that's pretty much what's on my mind. I have no specific reason to not want to write about it, really. I guess it's mostly pretty boring. Even the fun things are boring to hear about. I'm certainly not up to any youthful antics. I'm just not settled in enough for that yet. Mostly, it's just been pleasant dinners, usually just me and another person. I prefer that to bars. Funny, funny stuff.

I did hear a funny thing on the way back from one of those pleasant dinners last week: some ratty, middle-aged white dude was talking into an apartment building intercom/buzzer thing, pleading with his old lady to let him back in again. "Come on, baby--I gave you my last Klonopin." I don't know if she let him in or not.

Um, what else? I hope the space shuttle gets in okay? Ah, hell. I don't feel like doing this now.