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Could’t sleep.  Haven’t looked at account ‘cause it’s only going to further infuriate me.  No idea what I’m doing today.  Thought about driving to the Square, but no.  Don’t want to be trapped in the house all day, so I have to think of something.  Something that doesn’t cost, well, anything.  Literally something free, and all expressions addressing this say nothing’s free.  Gas to drive there, which today is a whole issue, especially in my new vehicle.

Mad at myself.  The one glass of wine I had when I got home, ONE, Tannat from Foley Sonoma, left a partial ring on my Sedaris book.  Why did I put it there when there’s part of a newspaper right next to it.

Receipts to enter.  Don’t want to do that either.

Found a new playlist of chill or lounge beats.  Listening, then hear Canadian geese.  Loving this sequence of tracks, the feel and BPM, reverb… perfect for this morning, and my mood toward everything.

Stay in the chair, that’s my plan today.  Like I have a paper due… the one time I waited of course till the last half-minute and was up all night writing that paper for the British Lit section with Mr…. Hawkins was it?  Always think of that night and into morning.  No music on, just the quiet and that view from my room of the Bay and me typing.

Making the same happen.  Today.  Left the office yesterday at.. when.  Oh, I took a screenshot.  2:45.  Didn’t make it the whole day, but was there for a few hours.  Giving self some credit.

Was writing in the wrong document there for a minute.  Have too much open.  Maybe today’s a cleaning day… like Spring cleaning but for my laptop, writings, budget—  OH, and actual.  Laundry utterly out of control.