| October 20th; {mouth music} | |
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Too down yesterday to wrestle with Pico. Going to get my coin purse from the girl who'd found it last week took the last of my strength. I spent the rest of the day covering comic boxes with contact paper and vegging. i also made a casserole, but i could do that in my sleep. i didn't have enough energy to clean the kitchen, even though it badly needs it again. Better, today, except that I'd really rather be at home under the covers and hiding than here at work, where I'm hungry and I have to pee because I think I drank a whole liter of water all at once. i'm adding to an essay I wrote about trust after some input (well, not really input, more like yelling) from shannon, who has a different version of trust than i do and, being a non-survivor, doesn't have the sense of horror that I have about the fact that everything ends. I want to know, what is trust but a strong faith that the person involved isn't going to maliciously harm you in any way? What's more basic than that? Um. Other stuff. I'm finishing up rereading "When Rabbit Howls"; after I finish that I'll finish "Last Call" by Tim Powers. I need to make several phone calls today that I don't have the energy to make. I'm wearing a coat at work because it's so cold. I love contact paper. Contact paper rocks my world. i turned three really, really ugly old cardboard boxes into things I can stand to have sharing the same space with me. they'd been bothering me subconsciously for months. There's probably something I ought to be doing right now but I can't think of what it is.
"On Tuesday, you waved goodbye, you stepped into the storm
Sounds: Krisworld Vol. 1 Words: When Rabbit Howls, the Troops for Truddi Chase; Last Call, Tim Powers
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