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Wound up being mean and feisty Inge's bridge partner after lunch at the Central Union (Church) this afternoon--we had a blast. The key to enjoying yourself with Inge (playing bridge or anything else) is respecting her intelligence and not minding her causticity. I bid her up to small slam in no-trump--she went down one--but let her play it, her way, and she was radiantly happy.
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Sipping the Nicaraguan blend which I have lately been fancying, contemplating the day of necessary business which lies before me: (1) paying the rent; (2) getting my amphetamine prescription; (3) seeing my Case Manager; (4) getting my amphetamine prescription filled. Scurry, scurry, scurry, like a provident squirrel, all over downtown Honolulu. Thence to return to scrub my floors and wash my windows. Could these be the best of times? Considering that I play bridge twice a week--yes, I reckon they must be.
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I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous. The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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