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I am become sunburn.
I dreamed Hannibal Lecter called me "the sun, the moon, and the stars" because I ... kept breaking into prison to see him? First good dream I've had in ages.
Time spent on a long train has given me a little progress on more writing/plotting exercises for this wretched motherfucker of a book. Time spent in a hot garden with Susanne has given me a headache (booze) and sunburn (sun) but overall sense of contentment (Sus).
Tomorrow I'm going to see gladiatorial contests before work, and after a day of more metaphorical therapeutic gladiatorial contests in which I apparently cannot just lie down and tell the whole world to go fuck itself. Unfair. Then I have a week of work. Then I'm going on holiday. Then I come back and have another week of work. Somewhere in that I should get a report from a doctor, make appointments for blood tests, and not murder ANYONE.
Also probably consume something that isn't fruit or alcohol given what it's doing to my digestive system, but I'm not wildly enthused. (I'm exaggerating, I had homemade onigiri, I had veg, I had a mushroom spring roll in the market. But y'know: mainly fruit).
I dreamed Hannibal Lecter called me "the sun, the moon, and the stars" because I ... kept breaking into prison to see him? First good dream I've had in ages.
Time spent on a long train has given me a little progress on more writing/plotting exercises for this wretched motherfucker of a book. Time spent in a hot garden with Susanne has given me a headache (booze) and sunburn (sun) but overall sense of contentment (Sus).
Tomorrow I'm going to see gladiatorial contests before work, and after a day of more metaphorical therapeutic gladiatorial contests in which I apparently cannot just lie down and tell the whole world to go fuck itself. Unfair. Then I have a week of work. Then I'm going on holiday. Then I come back and have another week of work. Somewhere in that I should get a report from a doctor, make appointments for blood tests, and not murder ANYONE.
Also probably consume something that isn't fruit or alcohol given what it's doing to my digestive system, but I'm not wildly enthused. (I'm exaggerating, I had homemade onigiri, I had veg, I had a mushroom spring roll in the market. But y'know: mainly fruit).