Creeping Meatball



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April 04, 2007

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Relief. Several weights have been lifted off my back. When I finish a project I usually feel several pounds lighter and a few years younger.

Incredulousness. As I've told you before, I'm incapable of long-term projects or stuff that requires major rewriting. That's why I got into newspaper journalism: Write it quick and get out. That's not a brag -- just a sad fact. My only consolation is that Elton John and Hank Williams both supposedly wrote their songs in 20 minutes. Would that I had their genious. (I just read over this for errors and made no corrections. Is that good or bad?)

I feel empty. I don't mean that in a bad way - kind of like a well or pool that keeps filling itself from underneath.

I need to go somewhere very, very quiet.

LIKE THE GRAVE!

Sorry. Feeling Poe ;)

I feel both pure and empty.
Like a mix of what you and Elizabeth Spreen feel.
:)

Pure and empty. Mmmmm....

I wish I knew what creates it. How a simple action could result in such a deep feeling. I feel all the things mentioned... For the most part.

I have a post partum depression. I think this is because I know it is something mortal. It is complete and it is no longer possibly the greatest thing ever. Now it is a real thing to be judged and rejected by me and others. It is not perfect. Don't get me wrong. I am proud to have finished but I am also sad to have finished and am edgy until I start the next thing.

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