This evening I spent a good ten minutes contemplating the scalpel lying amid the lucha mask detritus on my desk. I’m going to put it down to my lack of decent sustainance- six peanut butter sandwiches does not a good meal make.
I finished Hard Rain today and am now onto An American Dream; I’ve been finding it hard to lose myself in the words of late, concentration is proving difficult- the relentless speculation about my future and someone important to me is unhappy and i’m concerned I contribute to their woe. I’m not feeling depressed, it’s more of a jittery anxiety that seems to be hitting. Ak.
Update: I’ve consumed hot consumables and had a little type to The Monster and I feel better.