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Tuesday, June 27th - Exhile in Myville
I'm listening to Liz Phair's "Exhile in Guyville". Wonderful stuff. Listening to this reminded me that I got my story idea for "Golden Apples" from this album way back in college. It makes me want to write, but I don't.
I'm too stir crazy to write. I'm finally feeling better and I haven't left the house, not really, since Saturday night. I am so sick of this place . . . . well, I'm going to work tomorrow. It should be exciting - we're having a company lunch (A.G. Ferrari's ravioli and bread and salad and sweets). Not that I should eat like I will - I've been far too sedentary the past couple of days. I've also been very friendly with a pint or two of chocolate ice cream. I've been a big fat slug that hasn't made it past the front gate. I finally showered today. I've slept an average of 13 - 16 hours a day. I think I managed to sleep enough to not get really sick - I'm a firm believer in sleep as the true miracle cure - the trick is to be able to stay asleep that long. I have this thing for sleeping through mornings.
The solstice is really with me this year. Around about 7pm I'm almost sick of the broad daylight it still is outside. It just seems too damn cheery. I try to go out and enjoy it and it makes me dizzy. I feel like a crumudgeony mole - angry at the bright cheery side of the world. I'm not really angry though - anger would take too much energy . . .
So, I'm a sloth. Yay. And this is a really boring, rambling journal entry. So sue me. No, don't - it's a dry well, baby.
Well, the good thing is tomorrow isn't too far away. And this will be behind us. You'll forgive me, yes? Oh, thank you.
Exercise log:
Tried to go into the garden, swooned and almost fainted twice, gave up and came back inside, exhausted.
Writing log:
Stared at where I left off, about 2/3 of the way through my cat story. Sighed heavily. Cleared off my desk.
I'm currently reading:

The Wonderful World of Robert Sheckley a "best of" collection by, well, Robert Sheckley.
Handed to me by David with confidence; so far, so good.

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