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Ceci n'est pas un fist

It's been a busy long day hanging out with youtsk and seeing art and photographing everything and wandering around. I bought a few more books over the past few days, a book all about Jean-Michel Basquiat, Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson, The Sailor Who Fell From Grace with the Sea by Mishima and Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume. I'm almost done with the Douglas Coupland book, and next i'm thinking of reading another recent acquisition, Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami. The first paragraph is great, that much I know.

I updated my kommute journal again hey!

I finally got a bunch of paperwork from my lawyer, and it was too much for me to read at one time, a big list of my new resposibilities and obligations as the administrator of my mother's estate, and i'm concerned that I may have already screwed up. I need to deal with the rental situation soon. I'm paying for way too many luxuries for the guy who is living there now. I need to get my mother's affairs closed up. I like to pretend that my life is my own and all that other stuff has no bearing on me day to day, that it will just be there waiting for me to deal with it, but its becoming clear that it's gotten more volatile. Bleh.

Time to take out the garbage! Haha!