Mostly just got reading done today, About Men is a totally incredible book. Other than that, distracted/got-distracted-by Tilly, and then Mark's open mic night.
Good thing really. About the kind of rest I needed.
The work/play tension throws itself up again. I could easily let myself be derailed, if I wanted to. But for a few reasons, social and psychological, that would be a bad idea. Not disastrous (nothing so seductive, though it is that too), more like reoccurring dreams, muscle memory. Unhealthy. Got to break that habit. I don't trip—I'm already on my knees to start with, searching.
And you set me up, primed me, you know who you are. I want to say I won't forgive you for that, but I will. It was bad of you, though.
Anyway, aside from that, I'm particularly worried about being derailed (again). Isn't that a funny thing to say? Derailed? Thrown off of the very set path I am on. But assuming for a moment that it wasn't a bad idea, why shouldn't I want to be derailed?
Which is an interesting effect of this kind of process. I must discard distractions, no matter how exciting they might be, sacrifice them for focus and concentration. This is surely a dangerous thing. And yet I seem to find it necessary. Hm.
Today discovered that too much fruit juice isn't good for my digestion at all. At least I think that's what it was...
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