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There goes the sun.

("I'm not above cliches tonight
a playground viewed from blessed height..." -Scott Miller)

I'd been telling my mom the other night about an article I read on some gossip group at George being near death, and how I didn't believe it, why would he be on Staten Island if he was near death, etc....

George was my mom's favourite.

And, at any rate, he seemed like a beautiful person and he wrote beautiful songs.

Goodbye, George.

I'm sure I'll rage against this when I go through my George phase, but for now, only empty sadness.

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Was finally falling asleep last night when, at exactly 2:34, started coughing my lungs up. This would not cease until I burst into tears and my mom came in and gave me Buckley's as I blubbered about how tired I would be at work the next day...

Slept all day. Kirsten called Lauren for me. I'll just have to get my timesheet in late. So what.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention