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The thing about being in denial, is that you work up momentum. (Yes, I was going to draw a creativity analogy, and thought better of it. Look how I edit for you.) Oh, look at me, being all vague and mysterious. I don't like the picture of the world being painted before me, so I'm ignoring it. It's not as if I don't have enough else to do.

I blew up a car today- filled the gas tank and tossed a match in. I wish I could have had you there, to feel the burst of heat across your face, but rest assured I enjoyed it for you. There were reasons, but most of them involved arson, so we won't get into that.

I have used up my talent quota for the week, and now, I'm stuck with half a hundred projects sitting out, none of which I have any intention of touching for days. Not that I can put them away.

I slogged my way through Virgils Georgics today, for absolutely no reason. I had previously complained that the Aeneid was hard to get into, but after today it's lost that coveted "most boring Greek play in the universe" award. Now I'm reading a book that reads disturbingly like a romance novel, though it's billed as a mystery. I also harbor suspicions that the main character is a Many Sue, seeing as her only visible flaw is an inability to pay her rent (through no fault of her own of course). '

I do not understand how either of these books got(gets) published.