This comes a little late, considering I’ve already done my NYE List of Ten’s (actually, prolly cuz of that), but as usual Signor Mazza wisely points us in the right direction with this wry observation:

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Sometimes you look like turning into pure crazyness, with these poems and your blogs… much different from what you used to write months ago.

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And I went, “What in the world is he talking about?” But then I thought better of arguing with an Italian and browsed through me old blogs instead, and here’s my report: He’s right. I do seem different somehow. I sound different. Not much, I mean, I stil yattle on and on till kingdom come, but it’s there.

A little Jiminy Cricket of Optimism and All Things Bright.

(Gawd, does this mean Hadi’s gonna finally kill me now?)

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