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Identity
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The Beatles exist apart from my Self. I am not really Beatle George.
Beatle George is like a suit or shirt that I once wore on occasion and until the end
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Monday, August 16, 1999
One year ago: Off Task
Two years ago: Metropolis
Through an entry in xeney's forum, I found a journal author from quite a while ago! She's been back for over a year and a half, but under another name, and no photos this time. It's definitely her, though!
Scratch that Itch is worth reading, I think, even if you don't recognize or remember the earlier incarnations of this person. She's playing coy in Xeney's forum -- some of the same naivety she had in the past? "It's me, but legally it's not."
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All I did on Sunday was laundry, laundry, laundry! I did six loads, I think! Then I pulled all the clothes out of my dresser, combined them with my clean clothes, and confirmed for myself that there isn't enough room for all of them. I need to get rid of stuff from my closet so I can add clothes storage there, instead of mass quantities of yarn and off-season Christmas decor.
Also on my agenda for this week: clean out the car so that three people (Jack, H---, and I) can ride comfortably to Jack's parents' place, out on the Klickitat River. I haven't been there since last Thanksgiving! We need to go so that Jack can bring his motorhome up to Bellingham.
Lots of writing at work; we want to get that glossary going!
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Again, I didn't go dancing tonight. This is bad! I want to go, but I'm tired in the early evening and don't get my butt out of the house, when it's time to got. To do myself justice, I was waiting for a phone call from a journal reader for part of that time. Tuesday I will go to dance class, and to the Washington Dance Club afterwards. I swear!
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