Wednesday, September 11, 2002

I hate writing birthday cards. Lindsay really liked my card, but I don't remember exactly what I said. Yeah, I know the main thrust of it, but it would be nice to have a transcript as reference material. And it's frustrating when there's been tension, and you're not completely over it. Because whatever that tension is, it's just contemporary dingo's kidneys, whereas you want the card to last forever. I want every card I write to be dated, to very much reflect the exact moment in which it was written, but to still be endearing in twenty years. (I say twenty years even though I know these things get thrown away; however, I save them because whatever my mind knows gets trumped by my intuitive assumption that everyone else saves them as well.)

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