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Amanda left last week. My book group moved on to the next novel. I got a cold. We moved from the house to the apartment so the termites could die for a few days. My tire blew (yes, that was a week ago), so I've been driving on a spare which is apparently also flat. Dad's fixing that now... while I'm sucking the hours away with Law and Order SVU for hours on end. I haven't watched TV in a few months (minus the obvious and usual NCIS every Tuesday night since the season started back up again), so it's been a little odd. Let me tell you, Mariska Hargitay is severely awesome. Rather a superhero, actually. Kind of not really human. Anyway, none of this is important - it's just what's been happening during the silence. Real life is in between, of course. Sweating up and down the apartment stairs, finding the necklaces Amanda left behind on a hook in the bathroom, staring down awkward situations in Portfolio, selecting only my favorite clothes for the three-day hiatus in the apartment, avoiding people, meeting them head-on, feeling antsy to do anything, feeling too lethargic to move.

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  1. Anonymous27 October, 2009 14:17

    Actually, Mariska is a great actress, a great person and a beautiful woman.

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  2. Anonymous27 October, 2009 14:17

    Actually, Mariska is a great actress, a great person and a beautiful woman.

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  3. Unknown27 October, 2009 16:07

    Thank you, Anonymous. You really cut to the heart of this post. :)

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  4. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.27 October, 2009 16:32

    I was once compared to Mariska Hargitay. If her partner didn't look so much like Bert (from Sesame Street) I'd probably watch the show more often.

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  5. Wonder Jens27 October, 2009 17:05

    I like her last name. Hargitay.

    It has a nice ring to it.

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  6. Anonymous27 October, 2009 18:18

    However, if you have the stomach flu, Law and Order SVU is NOT the show to watch for hours on end. Promise. And I hope you brought Mike with you. She doesn't like termites, I'm sure.

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  7. Unknown28 October, 2009 10:40

    mike is here, safe and unpesticided. happily, this morning's television offerings included one of my favorite audrey hepburn films, 'how to steal a million'. no law and order for me.

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