Since Saturday I've been smoking like a choo choo train and have been walking alone about as comfortably as a bear walking into cabin during an NRA meeting. These metaphors seem apt.

It's such a weird feeling. I can't really describe it, the violation I feel (which is not really a big violation, as violations go). I don't know how to write it down. I try, but all I can come up with are absurd similes that have no relevance.

This seems like an LJ. Sorry. I don't like posting on my lj. You guys are the only people I'd want to read it, anyway, except those who aren't on the blog in our group, and maybe vivian hecht.