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The reading last night at Raw Sugar was so much fucking fun. There were a lot of great people there who stayed through the stickiness that develops when you put 20 or 25 bodies in a small space on a muggy July night. Colin read some of my favourite poems of his, Jennifer read a story that was like us talking. Only neither of us has a beehive. I cut my reading in half, since it was getting late and I was feeling, shall we say, schvitzy.

If you're sad you missed the launch of my new zine, it'll show up at Venus Envy in the next couple of days, and you can get one for yourself with a donation to the Venus Envy Bursary Fund.

People tossed a whack of money in the bowl for the readers, which was so kind. And even better, they tossed a whack more into the VEBF donation bowl. We made almost $100 for the fund. I was impressed.

August is a damn busy month.

On the 22nd I'm doing a burlesque performance at The Great Indiscretion, for which I will spend the next two days practicing in the living room, under the ceiling fan and with the blinds closed, until I can get off book and figure out the best way to wiggle out of my dress in about 3.5 minutes.

Tickets are, uh, available at Venus Envy.

It's been a busy couple of days, with lots of beer drinking and late hot nights. But I was smart enough to take today and yesterday off, so they've been languorous late morning breakfasts over fried potatoes and laughing days. Maybe not getting the errands done I'd had planned, but these days, I'm pretty good with plans changing. For me, at any rate.

You know, that mindfulness thing I did back in the spring was great. I might do it again next year even. Since it finished I'm just feeling so much more relaxed about stuff in general. Don't get me wrong, I still get wound up over shit, and the likelihood of me ever getting rid of my neuroses are pretty slim.

But then who wants to lose their neuroses completely?