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In some things, I dare not hope. -
Waking Struggles
Dragging myself to consciousness. There is much to do, far too much for a Saturday. The day job impinges with a deadly line and my will is... limited. I drag myself to the place of falling waters to wash away the madness and the missing pieces. Then I go out on hunt for sunlight. Every ray is food for the mind, the energy I need to make the time. -
Poetic Doodle
A subtle silent smile in a catatonic style. Listen to the moonbeams. They'll tell you what it means. -
Poetic Doodle
Checking the weather.
Slight chance of snow.
Temp above freezing.
Maybe I'll show. -
Poetic Doodle
By the light of the dayball
We suffer for our fun,
Trying not to retch
From the spirits we've taken on. -
Poetic Doodle
Nonstop nonstop. Week on the top.
Days to fill, but not a lot.
Measuring my time for rest and recovery,
To better push and to keep it hot. -
Life Support
I am debating whether to continue this account. While I love blogging, the name is played out, and it is quite the effort to keep these things up. Any thoughts? Shall I continue for another year? -
Allergies
Definitely feeling the allergies today. They start in the head. Then, almost subliminally, they reach down into the stomach and tie it into an ugly tangle that leads to intense incapacitation. If the allergies don't let up today, I'm going to have to pick up *something* to take care of them. -
Poetic Scribble
So much to do. So little time. I hurry to heal the hole in my mind. -
Strange Dream
Last night I followed the great glimmer of possibility. It was... It was worth the effort. My life increasingly resembles one big strange dream.
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