Besides hearing Gia's confession that she thought chalk was cheese at age 2, stalking figure skating on YouTube, venturing to Bridgehampton for delicious raviolis, dancing on Chat Roulette in Sean's coyote den, and downloading "Invisible," I've been writing. Tonight the plot thickened and I think from here on out, it may be difficult to find stopping points until I reach the end. The end. Whatever that means. I already want/need to rewrite it.
Good or cringe-worthy, I'm proud that I've been so industrious for the past two months. It's not easy with so many open doors.
Back then I could do it all. But I'm beginning to see that by keeping up this life, some things have to give.
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