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+: My first proper weekend off for a month.
+/-/LOL: First thing that happens: refusal to sleep.
Soooo... apply for two grants, compose a support letter for my agent, finish copywriting thing, work on novel. Then sleep maybe. Glad I work afternoons.
So weird having J back over there so quickly. -15 and snowbound. Even seeing shots of Edinburgh and London all whited out is making me nostalgic for something I've never known firsthand.
I want to get to Istanbul. I want DK to show me the street where he followed his mother's ghost. I want to ride an overpacked bus along a mountain trail to an abandoned Greek city in the Turkish highlands. I want to ride horses through a Scandinavian forest.
And I want to do some really stupid shit. Follow my feet, eat what I find, sleep where I lay, wake up and do it all again. And come home to love what I have.
At some point I'll throttle back on the goosh, but at the moment it's pretty much all I've got.
+/-/LOL: First thing that happens: refusal to sleep.
Soooo... apply for two grants, compose a support letter for my agent, finish copywriting thing, work on novel. Then sleep maybe. Glad I work afternoons.
So weird having J back over there so quickly. -15 and snowbound. Even seeing shots of Edinburgh and London all whited out is making me nostalgic for something I've never known firsthand.
I want to get to Istanbul. I want DK to show me the street where he followed his mother's ghost. I want to ride an overpacked bus along a mountain trail to an abandoned Greek city in the Turkish highlands. I want to ride horses through a Scandinavian forest.
And I want to do some really stupid shit. Follow my feet, eat what I find, sleep where I lay, wake up and do it all again. And come home to love what I have.
At some point I'll throttle back on the goosh, but at the moment it's pretty much all I've got.