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April 23, 2007

Go lie down, stupid.

Me: I mean, I'm just starting to wonder what's the point of trying to launch this writing career. What's the point of trying to be a writer, you know?

Gene: Uh huh.

Me: Or of anything really. If we're just going to die. Eventually. What is the point of doing anything.

Gene: Uh huh.

Me: All you can affect is other humans. No one is watching.

Gene: Uh huh.

Me: And so I just think, why do any of us even get born, you know?

Gene: How much wine did you have?

Me: Some.

Gene: ...

Me: And yours.

Gene: ...

Me: I switched glasses when your back was turned.

Posted by didofoot at April 23, 2007 08:53 PM

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I love you guys. You're the wittiest couple west of the Mississippi. East of the Mississippi, it's Diane Keaton and Woody Allen in Manhattan. And East of the pond, it's maybe Oscar Wilde and Evelyn Waugh. Oh, whatever.

I've been feeling the same way lately, due to climate change. If the sea level's rising, why am I not drunk right now? And then, if I were drunk, I could think beautiful thoughts (see above).

Posted by: kt at April 24, 2007 11:50 AM

Indeed Woody and Diane are the wittiest couple east of the Mighty Mississip. East of the Pond, however,it's Thomas and Dan, I assure you.

Posted by: ThomDan at April 24, 2007 12:03 PM

In Ondaatje's 'Billy the Kid' there's a bit about how the sheriff taught himself to drink by getting stinking piss drunk every night for two years. Then he took another two years to stop being an alcoholic, but after that he could drink as much as he wanted and never be drunk. I like this idea. But I could only handle a glass and a half of wine last night, so I think it might take longer than four years for me.

Posted by: didofoot at April 24, 2007 12:09 PM

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