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Monday.

October 2nd, 2006 (03:13 pm)
current song: Open up your heart - The Rapture

Ran to store early, trying to reset myself.
Gotta wake up early tomorrow--but 'nearly' close tonight,
second to last cut....

Bought more hangers, less 'collective' on floor.
Things are finding their places.

More Dog Pills, the folks at the pharmacy are familiar with me now and no longer eye
me and my ID when I buy my Claritin-D. (Do I look like someone making meth???
I'm holding a helmet, wearing a work shirt from a place two blocks away, and buying
5 days worth of allergy meds???)

Fluffy clean towels now, laundry laundry laundry!

Got light bulbs, light will be on when I come home tonight at 2 AM, ready to crash and
wake up at 9 AM to do it all over again...So disheartening to come home to a dark
doorway.

Coffee filters, coffee...Orange juice.

Only so much can be lashed to the scooter...
Want time with Boy, so we can take the truck and get what we need.
Groceries, maybe even LUXURIES?
Mostly just want time with Boy.

Still. Days filled with stuff done, ZER satisfying.

Finding a rhythm.

Finding myself and my Joy again.
Focus.

Must discover chest of drawers for Boy...Something cool!
The room just shrugs at all the clean clothes now.
Hangers can only hang what the closet will hold.

Have some money now, but no time.
Why is energy like that???

Trade one thing for the other....
Frustrating.

My knees and back hurt,
But I'm happy.
We are getting somewhere....
Forward.

Door is open, Maggie could be outside but she is stretched out at my feet.
I kinda like that. She must be happy too.

Good good good.
Everyone seems to be okay.

Balance.

Only a few more days until my day off....THURSDAY THURSDAY THURSDAY!!!
*laughing*

Parts of me are burning out, like the light bulbs I replaced in the entrance hallway and
and front door.... But no, I'm okay. As long as one place is comfy...
I would much prefer it to be
Home
than work.

Close and then open...afternoon tomorrow with Boy, close the next day, and then.......
OFF.

offfffffffff...........

finally.

I hope I can keep it together--my energy is spread thin.
My work performance is slipping.

Spirit is willing........ *sigh*
Body is weak.

Dog pills keep me from being sleepy, but not from being tired.

FORWARD THROUGH THE FOG!

Comments

Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: October 2nd, 2006 09:05 pm (UTC)

Sounds positive!

Keep it that way!

Posted by: Disophy (disophy1)
Posted at: October 3rd, 2006 01:23 am (UTC)
THE FOG!

The time is midnight, and as the act begins a foghorn is heard in the distance. Tyrone sits alone in the living room, drinking and playing solitaire. He is drunk, and soon Edmund enters, also drunk. They argue about keeping the lights on and the cost of the electricity. Tyrone acts stubborn, and Edmund accuses him of believing whatever he wants, including that Shakespeare and Wellington were Irish Catholics. Tyrone grows angry and threatens to beat Edmund, then retracts. He gives up and turns on all the lights. They note that Jamie is still out at the whorehouse. Edmund has just returned from a long walk in the cold night air even though doing so was a bad idea for his health. He states, "To hell with sense! We're all crazy." Edmund tells Tyrone that he loves being in the fog because it lets him live in another world. He pessimistically parodies Shakespeare, saying, "We are such stuff as manure is made of, so let's drink up and forget it. That's more my idea." He quotes then from the French author Baudelaire, saying "be always drunken."

http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/longdays/section6.rhtml

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