20091203

  • I was going through the pile of papers I'd abandoned on a shelf, and found the letters I pretended to write you on the plane. I elected not to read them. Not today. 
  • I've lost my appetite.
  • I'm terribly hungry.
  • I rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. I can't sleep.
  • I'm terribly tired.
(inspiration here; an idea which also popped up this afternoon and which i'm going to try and run with for a while)

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words by eleanore russell