i’m home, for awhile, it’s been awhile.

back from anntic and ifg retreat; back from coldness and into warmth. and the usual dislocation- i don’t want to check my mail.

other news: i got stung, by something, from behind. i knifed a friend, and rummaged around her foot to dig out a hairspan of a sting a bee left in mortal agony, curling and recurling around itself. z took over after i made the incision; there are ways we still work together; we’ve always worked well together.

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ehh, can i not check my mail till 2011?

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