"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"Until then, I'll fake the books."

I'll be on a plane back to Philadelphia in nine hours.

Staying with my folks for Thanksgiving has allowed me to get my head straightened out a bit, but I still feel fragile.

Fragile, and angry, and angry about feeling like I might shatter if I remember the wrong thing.

I hate this part, but I'm not going to let myself turn off again.

I'm not going to lose another four years of my life because I let a girl get in my head and she started pulling wires.

No fucking way.

November 29, 2004 3:21 AM