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Crawling back to normalcy

Yes, I got the air conditioner. Five minutes after the cab dumped me onto the poop-laden sidewalk, I'd thrown my bags into my 1000-degree apartment and was crawling up the street to Bed, Bath & Beyond. There I bought a ginormous air conditioner, and a big bag of watermelon Twizzlers. Believe me, both purchases were well worth it!

I really did spend Sunday shopping for groceries. After coming off of my booze and Twizzler high, I realized I needed protein and vegetables, and real goddamn coffee. But that was the morning - I spent the rest of the day sleeping and reading, and falling asleep while reading. It wasn't so much that I felt I had to "recover", as much as it was a chance to veg out for the first time in six weeks. I don't have any more vacation or personal days off of work for the rest of the year, so I plan on spending the rest of my weekends in a similar fashion. I'll do the bulk of my writing on weekdays, but I'm giving myself a break at least on Saturday or Sunday.

Work has been strange. Whenever someone starts to talk to me, I whip out a stopwatch and tell them they have a minute-thirty before they have to shut up. Everyone speaks in pathetic fallacies, their characterizations are somewhat one-dimensional, and their endings never quite bring all the threads of the conversation together in a satisfying resolution. And for reasons I cannot begin to fathom, no one appreciates it when I answer the phone in the voice of Harlan Ellison™. Cocksuckers!

I'll do a writing post (and post photos) tomorrow - I've been slow to start up with the writing routine again. However, despite having allowed myself this one week to rest a bit, I've already been working on the revisions for a couple of stories, and one will be ready for submission next week. I also now need to find a professional-level writing workshop - a "live" one, not an online forum. That's not going to be easy, even with Clarion on my resume. Maybe if I offer to bring beer and hookers instead of stories... hey, that just might work!

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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