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I feel fucked up and all over the place. The past few days, I've had trouble sleeping. Looking back,
I'm blaming soft drinks at a late hour for my insomnia. But since the start of this week, I've come
home feeling more listless than I have in a really long time.
About ten minutes ago, I was ready to throw in the towel and just call it a night. And now,
I'm suddenly up and a bit motivated. What in the hell is going on?
Going to try to do a bit of work. No writing still, but slow progress behind the scenes,
possibly. Last night, as I was watching TV, I flipped through a few "Best Americans" and
jotted down some journals. I got so far as to looking most of them up in my copy of
Poets Market. Nothing definite
yet, but it's a start.
Tonight, I'm looking to go over my poems and start organizing them a bit more. I've got
a crapload of files: old undergrad poems saved as Write documents (.wri), poems I wrote
using Microsoft Excel, Word docs from graduate school,
and text files from the past two years.
Time to weed and categorize.
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