So Tired 13 March 2002

9:31 PM: I prefer to think of this as a "fallow period", really. You know, getting my artistic soil back in shape for next year's sorghum crop. Kinda.

See, though, I haven't read a newspaper in I don't know how long but more than a week or two for sure. I know that right NOW now is a weird and unique time, but even before this, I was having a hard time paying close attention to events. It just seemed like everytime I looked over, yep, about what I expected if not worse. So why bother.

Mostly I am a lazy sod and I fell out of the habit. Then I stopped coming in to the office here so I didn't need to write in a journal to waste time, I could just go to sleep.

I am tired of cleaning up after Saul. I'm tired of meeting people and having the first thing I think have to be, "Do they know yet? Would someone have told them by now?" We had to go get his personal effects from the city Medical Examiner's office yesterday. Wallet, keys, Safeway card, a check for $5. Little manila envelope. Icky.

His room was small and dusty and crammed full of crap. So many dead computers. We've sorted things, with luck tomorrow or the next day we'll get most of it hauled away. I'm tired. Too many wakes for one week. And I didn't get Rhyming Mime's email address, dang it.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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