Haven't been sleeping well lately. For many reasons. Being in the midst of summer is chief among them. The humidity feels abrasive, moving through it creates a friction I'd rather not subject myself to. Doing anything feels like a chore. I don't really feel like doing anything.
Last night I was up until four or five am, the norm for this time of the year. Accompanied only by an increasingly old fashioned circular fan to push the air around. That and a water-bug about as long as the sandal used to squash it was wide. The heat tends to drive them out of whatever crevasse they were hiding in. Once I did drift off I had strange dreams of doing battle with twelve foot tall roaches, gladiator style with a sword and shield. Wasn't a fair fight, they had three sets of weapons against my single pair of arms.
Awoke sometime in the afternoon, tried to muster up the energy to do anything productive today. This entry is about as good as it got. I have had the time to start catching up on a backlog of “This American Life” episodes, a pretty cool public radio show if you're not familiar with it. A list of shows sitting on the ipod stretching back to late November, kept putting it off 'cause of work and such. But the list is being whittled down, and now I worry about what am I going to do once I actually catch up. At this rate I got another two weeks to go. What then?
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