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When my mind gets going like this, I find it hard to keep it together. Difficult. Strange.

There's been too much going on, and nothing at all, and far, far too little of the much to make it anything.

Anything, or something like it.

I've been thinking about lots of stuff lately (too much, but you all should know how that is, and well, I said it already...)...anyrate, been thinking about what's been neat and cool about what I've been up to and doing, and stuff.
( Some ranting about meeting people in clubs )

And then there's all the stuff that I've gotten done or wished that I've done. I've stood next to two really wonderful friends as they've gotten wed. It makes me happy. And jealous of their fortune. And that's okay. But that's how it goes, right? But it's huge to know that they would even want me there. And it makes me sweel with pride.

And I've written. Not as much as I want to, but I have. And that's huge. I've even spent the money (and scrounge time) on some capital. Have a dictaphone and a tape recorder, and some tapes (a lot), and have updated some of my computer software, I have.
( And then there's the women. Always the women. )

I have rediscovered the fact that I am a chameleon when it comes to adapting my life. I am who I need to be--not two faced or phoney, but adaptable. To the scene, to the day, to the moment. I am me--Anthony--but I dunno. :-) I can reinvent me at any time I want. I can do it. I DO IT. ...if I want...I can do whatever I want to do. Who I want to do (LOL...) and be all that I can be. In short, I am my own man. You know? Me.

Who knows what's up with me? I be a big dork. I think far too much, I whine too much, and...

...and...

I think that I actually love my life. Who would'a thought that?