...trying to find someplace to be that isn't on the map

20 July 1981
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Deeply in the midst of the post-collegiate quarter life crisis I find myself in Madison wondering what the hell I want to do "when I grow up" and job sampling in the mean time. I write poetry and smut. Spend 8 hours a day most days reading. I live with a sexy priest and a fluffy dog. Wine, surrealism, and socks are all very good things. Above all I try very hard every second of the day not to take life or myself too seriously.