greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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  • Mood: fried
  • Music: Roy Orbison, "Falling"

en déshabillé

Addendum: Here are a couple more pix from the spiffy new camera. Me at bedtime last night (this morning), trying to write in my other journal, and Spooky definitely thinks that when I'm writing is the proper time to take my picture.





Gagh. I think I'm at one of those annoying, disorienting points where the chemicals I consume to help me block out the distractions, that help me focus and get the work done, begin to work against me. And so I have to shorten the leash, for a while.
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  • "Angharad used to call them antiseed. Plant one and watch something die."

    Sunny today. Currently, it's 88˚F, with a heat index of 92˚F. This will always be the lost summer. For most of the world, not just me. Last night…

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