I like my life.

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Yesterday I'm on the Atlantic Ocean in a twelve-foot sailboat, have only the day before heard of brummel hooks and other crucial items. I survived, albeit with sunburn. (The girlfriend, an old sea wasp, helped.) Today I'm finally sending the fourth chapter of Lexicon to FA. (It's been, what, a year? *twitch* At least their submission form hasn't changed.)

The whole situation makes me want to play Which One Doesn't Belong with sailing terms. Traveller, transom, scrumble, clew. And a whole different situation made me want to write a humurously profound poem with the opening line On the first day of my life / I went up to the ocean. / And it was really fucking cold.

Fog is cool. Literally. Especially at night, at the end of a walkway out to the dock where the sea and the sky blend all together into one and you seem to be floating in the mist at the end of the world.

One of the cats across the street where I'm living seems to be pregnant. Maybe I could visit kittens...

Hm. Want to post more stuff. But it is late, and I should make an attempt to be diurnal for the girlfriend's sake.

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[ketaki.livejournal.com]

A whole year...
It seems really short! WTF?