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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

So beat

So beat.
Too tired for coherency.
Asked what my plans are
for the weekend, I said
I plan to be
exhausted
have-a-nice-night
and call me in the morning.
Poor Chris, him
and his holiday cheer.
I just want to smack him
or kiss him, whichever
will end the bouyancy
offending the inner-child
trapped
in this plane of Hell
known as fiscal year-end.

posted by KR | 12/17/2005 01:03:00 AM

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