Yesterday, I proofed "Elegy for a Suicide," "The Road of Needles," and "Whilst the Night Rejoices Profound and Still," from the ms. for The Dinosaur Tourist. And that got me through ms. page 118. I should have done twice that much.
The pain and the depression and the anxiety and the inability to write, and I just want to be anywhere that's warm and green.
Later,
Aunt Beast

6:30 p.m.