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I felt obligated to announce that I am feeling a lot better now. I spent a great deal of the weekend with Adnan and Mitul, and their love has nourished me back to a nearly human state.

I feel somewhat like I've given up on myself, and as if I might do something stupid at any moment - something like making an indecent proposal to Oliver, who I just found out enjoys the work of e.e. cummings.
I feel sort of like how I do every spring, when I start to get antsy and just want to GO somewhere. I'd walk to the moon, if only to feel like there was something meaningful about my existence.

My trouble is that nothing seems really worthwhile unless it leads to fame. After all, how do I know if I'm achieving something important unless it's recognized by scores and scores of people?

Well there you go, that's what's on my mind. Now I'm gonna go to the doctor, on account of the right side of my face being somewhat swollen.

Tune it, same bat time, same bat yadda yadda yadda...