Eat. Too much, too often.
Work. Work, work, work.
Sleep. Not enough.
Tend to pets. Play with pets. Bury my face in their soft fur. Make absurd noises.
Do the chores. My house is never clean all at once unless we have a party.
Study. Clutch hair in anguish. Erase. Scribble. Erase.
Plan travel. Chile and Argentina next year for sure. Mexico in January. Boston for Corflu.
Buy books. Books are my drug, my inspiration, my reason for getting out of bed on weekdays.
Sing really loud. Make ridiculous rock star faces while singing. Hope neighbors don't notice.
Why are there so many ants in the house?
Feel guilty for not remembering Father's Day this year.
Discover Dixie will now eat only steak and Alpo. At least she's putting weight back on.
Plan fastest way to get through night school. Curse semester system.
Attempt to interpret dream about giant squid and bulldozers.
Create ring at Nibelung.
Watch Stanford lose two volleyball games back to back. What a drag.
Play with color schemes for everything: walls, index page, wardrobe. Mmm, color.
Eat. Work. Sleep.
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