My hair was like a wild animal struggling to escape the suffocating confines of my head this morning. Normally it is fine and flat, but today it has a kind of life that I have never before witnessed. Maybe it is feeling the same way I am, that in its 24 years it hasn't achieved quite the things that it set out to, and is now taking great strides to make something of itself.
My condolences go out to Kelly on the passing of David Foster Wallace. I was sad for days when Madeline L'Engle died, and she was taken by old age, not tragic desperation.
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