too late
I oughtn’t be awake, and yet I am, for a very silly reason. So the author, in her role as insomniac laundress, rambles and then falls silent.
in which I write about stuff
I oughtn’t be awake, and yet I am, for a very silly reason. So the author, in her role as insomniac laundress, rambles and then falls silent.
a few paired data points from the weekend, in re: home improvement, cycling, and emotion. with this new site design, I really should be writing longer excerpts/summaries, but there isn’t enough to this entry to summarize.
a self-referential post to my future self.
the author, in her other role as web designer, expresses dissatisfaction in using a long-anticipated resource.
picking colors, tilting at windmills: the author decides to do something, even if it’s not the right thing.
something weird just happened when I tried responding to Dorothea’s comment. I may or may not fix it tonight; might wait a day or two, depending on time & all that.
the author regains a bit of equanimity through mental health care and bicycling. also in consideration: the fine line between public and private.
I’m taking some big steps in my life that may look like baby steps. I’m still trying to decide whether and how much to write. But I have to say that writing, in general, has been a saving grace in my life, and this space here, with the people I’ve gotten know or reconnect with, [...]
oh unhappy day.
don’t know if/how I can be normal today. want to curl up & sleep, or shriek and bang my head against a wall. *** but I guess I’m managing. work and coffee do miraculous things, as does a return call from Group Health. *** a history 1978-ish – mom’s journal of my preschool days mentions [...]