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The dog is making funny noises, as though she intends to throw up. I hope she doesn't. I've been cleaning up more dog bodily (dog-ily?) fluids than I care to these days, what with a new puppy romping about the house. I think this paragraph just made me throw up in my mouth.

Various thoughts... One time, a good friend said something to the effect of, "You can't be good at everything." On the one hand, that's about as clearly true a statement as they come. I could start naming the things I'm not good at right now and be here for the next few hours.days.lifetimes. On the other -- and this was certainly the case at the time -- there's a sudden tug within me that says, "Don't you say that. I can be good at everything, and I intend to be." It's not really hubris, I don't think. It's more an issue of over-self-exaction. Simply, it's this: I'm loathe to admit that I cannot, for it stirs within me feelings of mediocrity, of self-worth(lessness), that I generally do my best to avoid (ironically enough, usually by trying harder not to fail -- and therein lies the grander irony: in trying hard not to fail, one sentences oneself to perpetual failure/disappointment). Life would be much happier if you weren't trying to be perfect.

I've got some pictures. Don't want to get too texty on you.

Savannah (River), GA. Classic.

Country roads, Garden's Corner, SC. It is my intention to, at some point in my life, spend a few weeks/months of each year in lowcountry South Carolina.