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We have such silly dreams, don’t we? Sometimes I wish that when I closed my eyes, there would be only blackness.

We have such silly dreams, don’t we? Sometimes I wish that when I closed my eyes, there would be only blackness.

18-Sep 2009

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I know Don would have preferred we not name the baby Eugene. I’ve never understood why he simply refused to get along with my father, for my sake at least. Toward the end it felt like some kind of silly war. Poor Daddy.

I know Don would have preferred we not name the baby Eugene. I’ve never understood why he simply refused to get along with my father, for my sake at least. Toward the end it felt like some kind of silly war. Poor Daddy.

17-Sep 2009

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I’m on a boat. Don’s on the shore.

I’m on a boat. Don’s on the shore.

16-Sep 2009

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I was so sure she was going to be a girl.

I was so sure she was going to be a girl.

14-Sep 2009

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14-Sep 2009

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Sally gets older and older, but she never outgrows her desire to look just like me. I bought her a smaller version of my nightgown, but I don’t think it flatters her.

Sally gets older and older, but she never outgrows her desire to look just like me. I bought her a smaller version of my nightgown, but I don’t think it flatters her.

11-Sep 2009

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The easiest part of finding clothes for my condition has been the nightgowns. They’re already cut so loosely.

The easiest part of finding clothes for my condition has been the nightgowns. They’re already cut so loosely.

9-Sep 2009

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And what with taking care of my father, it feels like having four children around. Sometimes five, if Don’s in a mood.
He’s been so attentive lately, though.

And what with taking care of my father, it feels like having four children around. Sometimes five, if Don’s in a mood.

He’s been so attentive lately, though.

9-Sep 2009

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I know I look good for my condition. But I just feel so conspicuous…as though I’m taking up more than my fair share of space. It’s silly, I know.

I know I look good for my condition. But I just feel so conspicuous…as though I’m taking up more than my fair share of space. It’s silly, I know.

9-Sep 2009

Words; 111. Dear Don Draper, I have just about no confidence when it comes to approaching women and talking to them?

whatwoulddondraperdo:

I’m not beholden to the Q&A format here, but this is a statement capped with a question mark. A mark that underlines your problem.

Slow down and practice privately. Start with the ‘question’ above: when you can conduct your correspondence with clarity of thought, translate. Don’t approach women. Just have something to say when something should be said—and only then. You can consider this something carefully, but don’t compose. A simple idea will do. With failure—honest failure—the lesson alters vision and vision becomes instinct, a means of navigating your way through any conversation.

My own vision has blurred lately. Betts says I need reading glasses.

It’s not good for you to squint. The children are going to have an unwell grandfather in the home now, and they don’t need a blind father on top of it.

25-Aug 2009