Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Lily. She is part of the big stupid lump of fatigue jumping up and down on my shoulders.


Too angry to write today. Dreams are bad, shadows in my peripheral vision are back, and I keep glancing to see what black blob ran across the floor. I don't have enough wine for this.


Yesterday, for once I was clear enough to see that the black thing bouncing at the bottom rim of my vision was real and had tufts of white in its tail. Its motion was not the sleek forward attack of a cat in the night, but the determined trudge of a scavenger. Too slow to run for safety, but equipped to win the fight.


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