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On harrowed ground
Oct. 11th, 2002 10:07 amAnother miserable night of sleep, or perhaps just uncomfortable awakenings. No drinking, no late night chat sessions. Just perhaps the stress of dealing with something that is not really that great a problem after all. Just a petty annoyance that only time and a forced influx of cash can fix.
I've sold some of my Warhammer figures to a friend of mine to raise some money, have another batch I was supposed to paint for someone I can finish to get some more cash, and am negotiating with someone to sell an entire army. I want at least $500 for it, so I may be holding out for Ebay. And by that time that transpires, I'll have another paycheck.
As an extremely thoughtful gesture, a new friend of mine has offered to take me to a rave in CT this Sunday. I think I'll go.
This is the kind of morning I hate: low on energy and sleep, very little to keep my mind occupied. It tends to wander to barren and distressing places on days like this. All the shadowy and self loathing corners of my brain, all the parts I'm trying to renovate and tear down. The familiar and oddly comforting places. I don't want to go there. A nap would be the best cure for this malady, but any chance of that is a long way away. Instead I'll step away from my computer. Do a lap around the building. Drink some water. Focus on any other matter and not go delving back into my head, until I'm better prepared for that.
I've sold some of my Warhammer figures to a friend of mine to raise some money, have another batch I was supposed to paint for someone I can finish to get some more cash, and am negotiating with someone to sell an entire army. I want at least $500 for it, so I may be holding out for Ebay. And by that time that transpires, I'll have another paycheck.
As an extremely thoughtful gesture, a new friend of mine has offered to take me to a rave in CT this Sunday. I think I'll go.
This is the kind of morning I hate: low on energy and sleep, very little to keep my mind occupied. It tends to wander to barren and distressing places on days like this. All the shadowy and self loathing corners of my brain, all the parts I'm trying to renovate and tear down. The familiar and oddly comforting places. I don't want to go there. A nap would be the best cure for this malady, but any chance of that is a long way away. Instead I'll step away from my computer. Do a lap around the building. Drink some water. Focus on any other matter and not go delving back into my head, until I'm better prepared for that.
