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TABLE OF CONTENTS
AN ORGANIZATION OF MY VOICE |
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I like to think of my diary this way: it is my voice. And my writing, my proverbial pen, is my microphone. Every once in a while I'll be adding to that voice, recounting experiences and trying to make sense out of them as best I can. Granted, not everything I say will make sense, but I would like to think that I can make it a little easier for you, the reader, to navigate through the overwhelming mass of it all.
Premiere of a Tavern-going experience...
Of course, this tells about the first time I went into a tavern. Can you imagine? I hung out with all sorts of weird creepy-crawlies and things that were totally not human. Some might have been human...--shrugs--...but at this juncture I will not know. It wasn't like I had people to talk to; everyone pretty much kept to themselves or were tied up with others. There was one time when I almost came close though, or at least I thought I came close... |
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Apple Martini at the Bar...(or Round Two of the Tavern-going Experience)** |
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As self-explanatory as the title might be. This is yet another recount, the second day, of my new-found fascination with these places as being "centers of relaxation". A clear-cut result was that nothing much really happened. However, this time around, I did get more of a feel for the atmosphere though it might not seem as evident. And speaking of new things, diary writing is relaxing! |
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