Sunday, November 12, 2006

Extreme exhaustion leading to intensely melancholic state, wish I could fall asleep, tried to take a nap a while ago & failed. Read some Jean Paul, still too sick to pay attention to reading for all that long, drag.

Joints hurt, teeth hurt, sad old man, could somebody stake me out on a mountaintop?

Going to record 'Prime Suspect' for T now.

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