I just don't want to do anything these days. No chi.
I suspect there is some kind of weird energy simmering beneath the ennui.
I dreamt there was a jungle at the center of my workplace and it was populated with killer gorillas. There were men with bowie knives weaving in and out between the hardware aisles and the dense foliage. It was creepy. I wanted to join them, but had no weapons. I'm sure the dream translates like this:
I am lame and lacking in various kinds of physical and mental prowess.
Re-Watching: Buffy, as the image of the female warrior inspires me during these periods of total incompetence. I'm skipping ahead to the final showdown. I think I need to Re-Watch Battlestar Galactica, too. Starbuck is so badass.
Reading: Sappho's Leap by Erica Jong. I can't decide whether I like it or not.
Baking: Chocolate Cream Pie. It's pretty.
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