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Saturday, October 31, 2009

The worst of my emo phases (for tonight, at least) is over.

At a glance through the little yellow and orange booklets, my conclusion is:
Emily Dickinson and Carol Ann Duffy scare me.
Duffy more so.

And once again I find myself at that particular stage in blogging where you stare at the empty white space and the empty white space stares back, waiting for you to fill it up with lovely black Georgia words.

You let it wait a few moments longer, then add a few insubstantial words just to make it feel a little better.