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I keep trying to start lj entries only to become disgusted or distracted with what I have written. I'm trying to write what I'm thinking, which, at the moment seems to be a pretty tortuous connection between Rolling Stone's Five Hundred Greatest Albums list, Buddhism, and the company I've been keeping the last ten days. You'd think that by now, I'd have realized that writing what I'm thinking is not my forte, but evidently I am doomed to try anyway. I'm telling you, someday I'll become a hermit in the mountains and dispense entirely with this "need to communicate" thing.

I guess the moral of the story is that Laurrrrita and Ko have left for their respective northern homelands, and I wish they were still here.