that sick, quiet feeling of nothing again. I have a terrible need for something to go right. Cosmic benign neglect isn't going to do it.
Think. Tonight I'll lift, and make something tasty for myself, and I don't know what else. I need to come up with something. Tomorrow afternoon I'll climb, or get on the bike, or fiddle with the Amazon Project. Tomorrow evening I think I'll play "horrified bystander" here. Sunday I'll do whatever I didn't do Saturday, I guess. Shit, I don't know.
Think. Tonight I'll lift, and make something tasty for myself, and I don't know what else. I need to come up with something. Tomorrow afternoon I'll climb, or get on the bike, or fiddle with the Amazon Project. Tomorrow evening I think I'll play "horrified bystander" here. Sunday I'll do whatever I didn't do Saturday, I guess. Shit, I don't know.