I'm tired.
I also realized, there's no reason for me to be this tired. It's summer. Why am I pushing myself so hard? I should stick up for myself, claim an evening as just mine, read the books I want to read, sleep as much as I need to sleep.
Yes?
In theory, that is what I realized.
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not as good as an ice cream cone, but better than a sharp stick in the eye. so on the scale of drug use to fairy tales, this blog is pretty healthy.
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- I never live with balance. I always wake up nervous. Light comes at me sideways; I hold my breath forever. I never live with balance, though I've always liked the notion. I feel that endless hunger for energy and motion.
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I've pretty much decided that I'm going to live, while I'm here. So if that means it takes longer for me to produce a work of true meaning, that's OK. Because I'll have had some of that meaning too.
I think that sounds like a good idea. Read, sleep, relax, and drink lots of tea. Also, (if you want) check out an author named Laurie R. King, especially her book The Beekeeper's Apprentice. It starts an entire series of, basically, Sherlock Holmes retires ('cause he's sick of London, not 'cause he's old) and meets a girl who's just as smart and analytical as him. It's kind of funny to watch the two of them solve cases together, especially after they get married (you can tell they're going to)... anyway, they're not serious books, although they are pretty clever. They're a nice distraction, especially after dealing with stupid people all day.
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