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You know, I want to be clever, witty, engaging, and with it. I have these vague impulses towards philosophy which are utterly thwarted by my complete incoherence. I kind of want to write about kink. I kind of don't want to write about identity politics, and kind of blew that impulse off elsewhere. I kind of want to write, mostly, and I'm not -- I'm staring blankly at chapter 4.4, though I wrote a little on it the other day that I didn't note down here, even though I know what comes next, I'm just stuck.
I've been cataloguing books. And occasionally sorting catalogued books into heaps. I went out to check on my garden after the rain, and some of the corn is coming up, and the peas and the beans. Maybe the cucumbers. It's nice to see, but I don't have anything to say. I need to get the rest of the things I want to plant -- like the hot peppers and the strawberries. Yes. Must have strawberries.
What else is there to say? "Today I catalogued books and had some level of emotional breakdown, but yesterday I tried to clean the sink!"
I spend a lot of time vaguely groping after what I want, and I'm pretty sure that's a sign that the biochemistry is dipping into 'depressive' again, as I'm thinking that's the pattern I've seen. Something out there to fill the internal void, like maybe there's an answer there.
Of course, something in the backbrain just threw a line from the Charge of the Goddess at me, and I laugh at myself and quote Eliot back at it, and here we are at the unknown, unremembered gate once again, and maybe there's philosophising to be had there, but it's late and I need to shower and do my rituals and so I'll leave it at that.
("When you see a fork in the road, take it.")
I've been cataloguing books. And occasionally sorting catalogued books into heaps. I went out to check on my garden after the rain, and some of the corn is coming up, and the peas and the beans. Maybe the cucumbers. It's nice to see, but I don't have anything to say. I need to get the rest of the things I want to plant -- like the hot peppers and the strawberries. Yes. Must have strawberries.
What else is there to say? "Today I catalogued books and had some level of emotional breakdown, but yesterday I tried to clean the sink!"
I spend a lot of time vaguely groping after what I want, and I'm pretty sure that's a sign that the biochemistry is dipping into 'depressive' again, as I'm thinking that's the pattern I've seen. Something out there to fill the internal void, like maybe there's an answer there.
Of course, something in the backbrain just threw a line from the Charge of the Goddess at me, and I laugh at myself and quote Eliot back at it, and here we are at the unknown, unremembered gate once again, and maybe there's philosophising to be had there, but it's late and I need to shower and do my rituals and so I'll leave it at that.
("When you see a fork in the road, take it.")
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