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"Step into the light, poor Lazarus."

Shaw
Here in Providence, we're having a heatwave. It's 47˚F. But that's okay. Tonight the temperature is dropping to 11˚F. Tomorrow's high is forecast for 20˚F, with a "RealFeel" of 7˚F. I ought to get dressed and go somewhere, anywhere, because the remainder of the week is a cold, grinding hell. I want to just start boxing stuff up and move the fuck out of the northeast. Leave and never look back. This winter has been harder on my mind than has any before it. Or, fuck that, I'd settle for a bus ticket to Miami.

Yesterday I wrote 904 words on the story I will not be titling "Shutter." Tedious, precise work.

In Passing,
Aunt Beast

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sovay
Jan. 27th, 2014 09:13 pm (UTC)
This winter has been harder on my mind than has any before it. Or, fuck that, I'd settle for a bus ticket to Miami.

Can you take the time and the cash to spend even a few days anywhere warmer? Just to remind your mind it's not all bleak streets and starving skies?
greygirlbeast
Jan. 27th, 2014 09:19 pm (UTC)

Can you take the time and the cash to spend even a few days anywhere warmer?

I don't know. I might have the money, maybe. But I don't have the time. I'm so far behind on everything, I'm losing money. Which means, no, I don't have the money ti get away.

And, too, going means having to come back. I think one reason 2013 was so hard on me was that I spent 11 days in the South, and then had to come back to the NE.
sovay
Jan. 28th, 2014 03:52 am (UTC)
And, too, going means having to come back. I think one reason 2013 was so hard on me was that I spent 11 days in the South, and then had to come back to the NE.

Come up to Boston for a day? It's not warmer than Providence, but it's different.
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