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Damn… heat makes my brain muddy. Ran into duhbigman on the subway, and couldn’t string sentences together. Wahoo. Was lucky enough today to be able to get out of the house and across town to the beaches, visiting suraklin, simply because he wanted company for coffee and was willing to pay for my transit. Yay charity.

It occurs to me that I used to write poetry. I have plenty of it around, at least. Not sure when I stopped, and as I didn’t really think about the fact that I don’t write it anymore this leads me to believe that I don’t particularly miss doing so, either. I only used to really write poetry when I was unhappy. I wouldn’t trade my happiness for the desire to write poetry if I was given the choice… not in a moment.