I wasn’t doing anything really. It was just the usual case of insomnia and vaguely defined worries that had me sitting in front of my computer at 2:00 a.m. I can’t recall exactly how I began to think about Joy Gunter once again but I believe it may have had something to do with the song on Winamp

Recently I began a workout regimen in order to improve my health and mental clarity. In the process I discovered an important workout tip or two that I simply must share with everyone. This tip may not win you points with the neighbors, but it will certainly improve your workout.

Tonight we were nearly busted. Our notorious gang was face to face with the police, caught red-handed. Not only red-handed my friends, but in the very act of committing an (apparently) grievous crime. Yes, we had been caught rehearsing too loud.

She was not there and had not been there for a very long time. Instead she was somplace else. She was inside of me, still living and laughing. Still cocking her eyebrow and chattering in a tumble of falsetto words. She was everywhere that I had been and everywhere that I was going. Even now she is on the Internet in an essay written at the crack of dawn while my new kitten mewls at my feet. No, she is not there. She is everywhere. I think that I am okay with that.