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2021-01-16 - 2:40 p.m.

exhausted no matter how much I sleep

as a gift to your future self, you stop listening to music. that way, later on, there won't be any bad-times songs to blindside you.

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reading: only the most ephemeral of ephemera. see above.
listening to: leaves in the wind. earlier this month - i bet you can guess which day - my neighbors finally switched off fox news and haven't turned it back on yet. i can enjoy my back deck again.
working on: white knuckling through.
in the garden: merveilles de quatre saisons lettuce lives up to its name.

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