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7-17-2007
Oatmeal certainly looks like vomit.
I have my email address back, so other than the hundreds of stolen dollars that are still lost in the aether, my identity theft issues are pretty much resolved. The only problem is that google, as a matter of course, cleared out my entire inbox, so now I have to piece together the last few weeks of orders instead of having easy access to the reciepts. Which, of course, I am thrilled about.
Today, I will finish White Noise by Don DeLillo. I have fast discovered that he is the kind of author, poised aching in the wings, illuminating all of our terror and uncertainty with spotlights, he is the kind of author that makes me want to give up writing. He's done it. Close down the profession. |
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