I m fucking exhausted. I've hardly slept for two nights now.

Our high today was 59F, after a nightly low of 29F. Sunny and cold.

I was up at 4:30 a.m. I tried to start something for Sirenia Digest, but I could not settle on an idea that I liked enough to really get started on it. I spent an hour prepping two marine gastropods from the Bashi Marl ( Read more... )

Our high was 77˚F, and after some astounding fog in the morning, the day was grey and overcast. Strange weather for the death of another terrible year ( Read more... )

I did not actually consciously decide to put the journal on hiatus. It just happened. I could not image to continue recording that "Today I did nor write" over and over and over.

Oh, I did not write today. (rim shot, laugh track ( Read more... )

The cool thing about singing along with the Pogues, it's a lot easier to do when you're sick and your throat is full of snot. Which is to say, yesterday I caught Spooky's crud. Hopefully, if I pamper this husk I call a body, I'll be okay in a couple of days. It's sunny today, we have a wide carnivorous sky, carnivorous blue, but that's better than ( Read more... )

The sun came back today, and it's a little warmer. But the sky makes me want to lie down and moan. Currently, it's 49˚F. I'm beginning to believe that damn scaffold is going to be outside my office window all fucking winter. The landlord refuses to offer any explanation or hint at when it might go away. I've considered sabotage ( Read more... )

This is a year for which I cannot currently provide anything like a remotely satisfying summation. I keep writing sentences and erasing them. It was that sort of year. Regardless, whatever else might be true about 2014, today is the light at the end of a three-year-long - long, long - dark tunnel. I believe 2015 will be much better, but only if I ( Read more... )