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It's funny how I get the most expressive when I should be working. Who knows, maybe the writing will get the more scholarly of creative juices flowing. Might as well go with it; certainly are worse ways to procrastinate.

I know it's cyclic. Even I can catch a pattern after it's gone on like clockwork for years. But just cuz I've been on this train of thought before doesn't keep me from finding the scenery just as...striking. Qui sait, p't'être quand le temps s'empire, les pensées suivent.

En tout cas, je commence a avoir l'impression qu'on me tourne le dos. Peut-être c'est moi qui n'essaie pas assez. C'est bien possible, après tout; j'y fréquente guère. Quel besoin y a-t-il d'adresser l'inconnue? Surtout si on ne l'a jamais vu en action autre que ses stray peanuts tossed about.

Or. Le bruit s'est mit a courir, et se qui m'auraient bien reçu ons fait leurs choix. And really, how could that possibly come as a surprise?

Or. J'en n'est jamais fais partie. Reconnaitre les blagues et l'humour assez précis du coin, ça ne dit que pour sûr qu'on a passé beaucoup de temps autour d'eux. Perhaps too much.

Live a little, he'd told me. You said it yourself, you've only got one body - you've only got one life; said another. But - but comfort zones! I whine back. It's so scary to step out of them. The first didn't believe me, and the second would not have taken it much kinder if I had said it out loud. But I'm digressing into something much heavier. Pensive, for sure. Melancholy, perhaps. Lugubrious, lolokay. But no bawww plzkthnx.

Qu'est-ce que ca fatigue, pleurnicher.