i have just received a letter. it was a letter sent out by my very self. it was address-less, except for a sticker with my return address.
yesterday i attempted to put a heap of newspapers and magazines into refrigerator. you know, to recycle them. naturally. we went shopping recently and they wouldn't fit.
every morning i fill up my water bottle, and every single morning i leave it right there on the counter.
i poured orange juice into my cous-cous.
i send wrong emails to wrong people.
once i start driving, i automatically take oxford street and then kirkland, even if i'm supposed to go the other way altogether. taken over by some mysterious automatic overdrive, i don't make sense to myself anymore.
and i cannot write didley squat. a serious writer's block. perhaps that explains it all. or vice versa, i lost my mind and i will never be able to write again.
life....so tough.
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yeah. and it's back. i am packing books, hauling boxes, attempting to move out of the apartment within few days, while still teaching and working part time. arrrgh!
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