Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Pretty unbearable outside, feeling damp, the kind of night Peretz enjoys standing rooted to one spot staring at the ground, a lot to see apparently.

Long hallucinatory reel, not sure how I've been getting anything done, seem to have been getting some things done, can't remember much.

Lucky I wrote it all down, I guess.

Tender stirrings, door slammed on hand, more tender stirrings.

Have a drink, get a little maudlin, go try to sleep. Makings of a plan.

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