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"Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima."

I just sat here and talked (worried) away the hour I should have used to write a journal entry.

I awoke, with relief, to sunlight. But in the last hour, clouds have moved in, sludgy grey clouds. I'll close the curtain to so don't have to look at the winter sky in April, winter on Easter Day. It's currently 50˚F and feels like 47˚F.

I didn't write yesterday. Yesterday was wasted nursing a headache that hasn't quite completely passed away. The last time I wrote was March 22nd, when I finished "The Aubergine Alphabet." This isn't acceptable. But tomorrow I have to be at my psychiatrist's at 2 p.m., and then we have to head back to Woodstock on Tuesday for the final dental appointment on Wednesday. I'll lose Thursday, too. So, I can hope, maybe, to be working again by Friday. It's hard to begin anything today, knowing I'll just be interrupted for four days. I work in blocks, not fits and starts. And the year's more than a quarter come and gone.

Fuck this.

Easter should be green.

Aunt Beast


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Apr. 5th, 2015 06:25 pm (UTC)
Easter should be green.

Easter is wet here. The rain continues to fall from the blanket of grey in the sky, but sadly it has weakened to the point where it no longer sounds on the roof. Ostara completely passed me by, and I don't quite know how I feel about observing it (or forgetting to) anymore. Unfortunately I cannot help the pain, though I can offer to share Mammuthus columbi.
Apr. 5th, 2015 06:29 pm (UTC)

I almost – but not quite – miss the years I dabbled in magick/paganism (roughly 2004-2009). Ostara was sort of a nice ritual.

Thank you for Mammuthus.
Apr. 5th, 2015 06:37 pm (UTC)
You're welcome.
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