Today was so vile that I only want to drive a stake through its black heart and forget it ever was. A cold, sharp day in December. I hardly slept last night. I was awake at 4:30 this morning, up at 5. I sat here and my head hurt and I read and watched the sun rise over the valley.
It got better, but last night and this morning, fuck it doesn't get much worse.
Currently, it's 38˚F.
I watched most of Kill Bill I this afternoon, because there was at least a shred of catharsis in the violence.