I have written quite a bit today, though not here.
I promised myself I would never do this... another promise broken.
'Do what?', you ask... no doubt holding you breath in anticipation for some dramatic disclosure of heartwrending proportions.
'Do this', I say... pointing to the link to my livejournal account (discussing the similar predilections of organized faith and the strategic tactics of war), slapping the pretentious 'seriousness' of my diaryland entries in the face.
Ah, well; fuck it. Like I said, another promise broken. Only, not everything I write is meant to be taken in abject seriousness. Perhaps that's all I am trying to say.
I am in a strange mood this evening. Thank you to all those who inquired about my loved ones; all but one (a friend's fiancee) are accounted for.
Dream well, my friends and lovers. With this glass of pinot grigio, thee I do toast. To the memories, and to all the memories yet to be made.
I miss you.
1:42 a.m. - 2001-09-14
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