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I've felt uncommonly contented lately (though the beginning of the week wasn't so hot), but tonight I'm having some sort of lapse. I'm mostly sad (1), somewhat irritated (2), and slightly paranoid (3). I feel strange. Haven't worked out in... three days? I bet that's part of it.

1. I hate the way stuff can come back and hurt again. Enough already, thanks. I'm all set. Didn't deserve any of that. I tried very hard. I've also been good about dropping it, letting it go.
2. I'm tired of running in place.
3. I have a nagging feeling that I'm pissing people off, though I can't think of anyone in particular.

Been reading some Julio Cortazar, stolen from rojagato. It's wonderful. I want it in Spanish. Why do I keep forgetting how much I love reading books like this one? Why don't I write?

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I just realized I'm behind on my credit card payments. Late fees.


Edit: Whoops. I meant to disallow comments on this one.

Pffft.

I feel fine. The last entry looks alien to me now. The concerns are all still there, but they sit more lightly -- they don't bother me that much. Was I just tired? Long day at work? Maybe I should be eating Lithium.