I do not want this to become a "sick journal," a catalog of maladies, a daily list of infirmities. I hate that sort of shit. This journal exists to promote my writing, and to help me accomplish my writing.
Late, late last night, I had the third seizure in three days. The worst of the three. Today, I feel like someone ran over me with a small truck. I'm so tired of this. Just...tired of it. Tuesday's seizure actually happened at the market, the first ever in a public place. Fortunately, it was just a little blip, like my brain rebooted or something, a few seconds. I don't think anyone, except Spooky, even noticed. Anyway, yeah. And I know why this is happening, or I think I do. Stress + mental exhaustion. So, today, I'm just going to take it easy, try to get from one end to the other. No greater goal.
Can't recall the name of this side street off Benefit....
The Old Court Bed and Breakfast, catty-corner to the "Shunned House." Spooky and I spent a night here in June 2000.
Looking west down Thomas Street from Benefit Street. The fourth building in the row is the Fleur-de-Lys Building, occupied by the Providence Art Club, and featured in HPL's "The Call of Cthulhu."
Part of the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD).
Looking west towards the great power plant on the Providence River, just north of the hurricane barrier, the waxing crescent moon perched between the smokestacks. I'm going to get much better photos of this building soon.