January 17, 2009

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tonight an old friend said to me, 'are you a writer?' and I could not answer him, because I didn't know. 'that's such an existential question,' I said, finally.

because it is so late, and I am tired, and headachy, and have a long day tomorrow -- all I can say is, I am so grateful for the people who are my friends: the people whose plates I unquestioningly eat from in restaurants; the people whose secrets I happily keep.

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