Today I am writing various things to get away from some personal sadness and dark-daytime-weirdness. I am reading the internet to feel impersonally depressed, part of a group (see booky folks links), and just plain distracted.
I have crusty pimple freckles that I am also avoiding, as well as bathing and doing some editing.
For a month or so I have been dreaming often of being on America's Next Top Model, either as a contestant, a judge or a former contestant, wearing gold lame and eating ramen. Maybe I should watch it tonight to further my agenda of distraction.
Also, I could go to Mo Pitkins here in NYC to see another Grace Reading Comics Showcase. That would be fun.
(Secretly, secretly, it is not working. I am raging and wet inside with grief and anger and longing. Nothing helps much.)