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Monday, January 4, 2010


Fatigue is shutting down my mental faculties. I woke up this morning at an hour that would incense a rooster. With my thumb wrapped up more warmly than I was, I sailed off to work amid some arctic winds that had me convinced I'd never be able to have kids.

As I said, my mind is going to the place that Frank Black talked about in that Pixies song. Time to stop.

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