So, I'm awake. And I hate the sight of the rising sun.
With luck, if this grogginess will get groggier, I'll get five or six hours. But all I can think of is work. All the work that has to be done in the next month, in the next six months.
~AB
Today was better, all in all. I slept a little more last night, for one thing. It was a little warmer, 87˚F with the heat index, and that helped,…
Cold, cold, cold. But a smudge less cold than yesterday, and the sun is out. Cold sun. Cold sky, but at least a few clouds to hide its taste for me.…
Well, fuck. It's almost 2 p.m. (CaST), and somehow the day is slipping past on filthy little cat feet – fuck you, Carl Sandburg, you sentimental…