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09/21/00
everything today is too great of an effort--
even walking down the street, taking a shower, calling a friend.
i lack the energy to move.
my mind, on the other hand, is busy, too busy. making future plans-- as
far in advance as tomorrow...
ten years from now.
i can't concentrate,
anything i write is crap...
anything i do just doesn't work right.
so i do nothing,
write nothing,
concentrate--
nothing.
today,
i am a woman of few words.
rare.