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more than yesterday less than tomorrow ~ January 23, 2002 - 12:49 a.m. you're not an easy woman to love, he's told me, more than once. tonight, I told him I'm not sure I know how to love you well enough, sometimes. maybe we both mean the same thing. tonight I gently, quietly fell to pieces. I was talking to him about the place I'm in, all those worries I was writing about yesterday, and I just started crying. just fell apart in his arms while he held me and let me cry. it felt good. it feels good to have a lover who you can talk to about the fact that you've been obsessing about leaving him. who tells me: you should take some time off. go away for a few days, rest. and it's true, I should. probably I will take off for a few days when the spankers come to town, go run and play with my friends. and my birthday's in five more days. I always have a good time on my birthday. tonight we went to see a preview of "the count of monte cristo". we both liked it a lot. highly entertaining. a bunch of funny one-liners mixed in with the drama, just enough comic relief without being "wacky". I find I have a low tolerance for wackyness sometimes. does it seem like we've been going to see a lot of movies lately? it's true. it all seems to be about escape. I'm reading like doing drugs-- but I've promised myself to work on my short story every day. even a little. last night I wrote one sentence. and edited a little. but it's more than I've done on that story in, honestly, months. and I need to be doing it. so, a little at a time. hopefully more today than yesterday. you know.
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