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11 18 am pdt [ fleshy scent ] My flesh smells of balsamic vinegar. I have learned to love the flavor that delights Matthew so. I miss him a lot just now. I had dinner yesterday with the director of the television show I am doing graphics for. She is one of the few women I have ever met who enjoys food as much as I do. We stuffed ourselves on goodies from the local health food market. She drank a beer while I busied myself with water. After I was full, I sliced up the orange bell peppers I had purchased. I roasted them and -- sprinkled with balsamic vinegar -- enjoyed them as a late night snack. This morning's meal was also topped with balsamic vinegar, and some of it has dribbled down and suffused my skin. I will not wash it off.
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August 1998 |