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Sunny today and a little warmer. Our high was 65˚F.
I hardly slept at all last night. But it was not one of those freakishly productive sleepless night. Just dead time when I did not sleep. It left me sick and confused all day. Physically ill. I did not even try to go into McWane. And I had plans for an entry here that I'm shelving until, maybe, tomorrow.
I want to doze off and open my eyes to discover it's only 1975.
I heard from Subterranean Press that the signature sheets for Bradbury Weather are heading my way. There. That's something sorta of substance.
Even the day's photo is bleak. It's like I somehow took a photo of the inside of my head, that wide carnivorous sky. And yeah, it depresses the hell out of me that there are still people who think John Langan came up with that phrase and I appropriated it from him, instead of the other way around. It should not bother me, all these years later, but it does.
Please look at the Dreaming Squid Sundries. Please buy something. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:04 p.m.
I hardly slept at all last night. But it was not one of those freakishly productive sleepless night. Just dead time when I did not sleep. It left me sick and confused all day. Physically ill. I did not even try to go into McWane. And I had plans for an entry here that I'm shelving until, maybe, tomorrow.
I want to doze off and open my eyes to discover it's only 1975.
I heard from Subterranean Press that the signature sheets for Bradbury Weather are heading my way. There. That's something sorta of substance.
Even the day's photo is bleak. It's like I somehow took a photo of the inside of my head, that wide carnivorous sky. And yeah, it depresses the hell out of me that there are still people who think John Langan came up with that phrase and I appropriated it from him, instead of the other way around. It should not bother me, all these years later, but it does.
Please look at the Dreaming Squid Sundries. Please buy something. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:04 p.m.