all she said
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March 22 2001
Weird. It's fucking amazing how much things can change. I thought I had something solid and it turned out to be all smoke and mirrors, and here I am staring at my reflection wondering who the hell I thought I was. It's disconcerting, but maybe not bad. The possibility of reinvention. Because who can say they know exactly who they are? Can you?
God. Okay. Centering. *takes deep breath* I don't mean to get all existential. I've just been feeling a lot like a stroke victim, trying to re-learn their mother tongue. Feeling like, you know, I *used* to know how to do this. This *used* to make sense. Suspecting very strongly that what I thought was clarity was just me, not paying enough attention.
At least I finally remembered my login for this site.
So I spent the afternoon yesterday manually adding in most of the poems I've spewed out in the last, oh, year - they exist on the poems page, oddly enough ;). I'm bored with the way this site looks. *sigh* I want a new web-page program. Any suggestions? I hear dreamweaver's pretty spiffy...
General angst goes here.
