January 2011
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Somewhere between an airport bathroom and my apartment, I lost my bag of miscellaneous things, including, but not limited to:
An 8GB USB drive with work documents like my notes for the December faculty meeting LOST FOREVER NO WILL WILL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
A nearly full bottle of Benetint
A nearly full bottle of Kiehl’s grapefruit fragrance
Carrot-flavored lip balm
A compact blue...
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December 2010
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Puzzled sheep looks on, “An access-only patron?” But it still makes sense.
- 03 September 2007
Entirely true, even now. Especially now.
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“Now that my ladder’s gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.”
- The Circus Animals’ Desertion, W.B. Yeats
Tonight (last night?), the narrative changed. There is no need to edit the previous chapters, but I may have to add a explanatory footnote or two. In pencil, to be safe.