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Some sun this morning, but the day has grown cloudier and cloudier. Our high was 72˚F.
I woke a little before 4 a.m. and finally got up at 5 a.m. I really had nothing meaningful to do. I sat here. Nothing is quite so disquieting to me, in every way imaginable, than those hours before dawn, being awake alone on a sleeping building. I think it's an anticipation of the grave. I hate mornings.
So, maybe four hours sleep.
This afternoon I realized I've been wearing the same shirt for three days, and I "slept" in it last night.
This was one of the worst days I've had in a couple of years, actually managing to beat out yesterday for that distinction.
Something I said on Facebook:
So, when you're wondering why I'm still living in the asshole of America, well...mostly it's AirBnB. The damage done in Providence by AirBnB, just since we left in 2018, is possibly the main reason we've not yet left Birmingham, even though we've had the money to move for months. Some towns in RI are taking steps to ban AirBnB. So far, Providence is turning a blind eye, even though entire neighborhoods have been destroyed. This indifference likely means the Mafia is getting a kickback.
Everything is wrong.
But there is some news for people who remember that I used to be a writer. Remember that? Monday or Tuesday I go back to writing, and except for the days I actually go into McWane, that's what I am doing for what's left of December and maybe for all of January. So, I'll be caught up on Sirenia Digest soon, I promise.
Today's Lovecraft was "The Dreams in the Witch House" and "The Statement of Randolph Carter."
There's the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:36 p.m. (day before yesterday)
I woke a little before 4 a.m. and finally got up at 5 a.m. I really had nothing meaningful to do. I sat here. Nothing is quite so disquieting to me, in every way imaginable, than those hours before dawn, being awake alone on a sleeping building. I think it's an anticipation of the grave. I hate mornings.
So, maybe four hours sleep.
This afternoon I realized I've been wearing the same shirt for three days, and I "slept" in it last night.
This was one of the worst days I've had in a couple of years, actually managing to beat out yesterday for that distinction.
Something I said on Facebook:
So, when you're wondering why I'm still living in the asshole of America, well...mostly it's AirBnB. The damage done in Providence by AirBnB, just since we left in 2018, is possibly the main reason we've not yet left Birmingham, even though we've had the money to move for months. Some towns in RI are taking steps to ban AirBnB. So far, Providence is turning a blind eye, even though entire neighborhoods have been destroyed. This indifference likely means the Mafia is getting a kickback.
Everything is wrong.
But there is some news for people who remember that I used to be a writer. Remember that? Monday or Tuesday I go back to writing, and except for the days I actually go into McWane, that's what I am doing for what's left of December and maybe for all of January. So, I'll be caught up on Sirenia Digest soon, I promise.
Today's Lovecraft was "The Dreams in the Witch House" and "The Statement of Randolph Carter."
There's the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:36 p.m. (day before yesterday)