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There it is. Moments of serene creativity and inspiration and the desire to sketch or write and the ideas behind it. This is who I was at some poins. I like this me. What precipitated this change? I should find out.

It seems that I really like television, watching how it's put together, shot-by-shot and move-by-move. A visual imagination.

Also:
- love is scary
- Erin kicks ass.

I still don't like the Grayhound. Something about it bothers me, especially at night. While I realize that Erin does not feel this way, the fact that she's willing to take it both ways makes me feel a little indebted, plus I'm impressed that she is capable of enjoying it.

Happy Torpor Day (4) to you all