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hypoglycemia girl dreams of road ~ 2001-01-31 - 01:56:51 again it's late and I'm tired. funny how often that happens. today was like any other day at my temp job. I'm teaching myself how to play free cell. I've started reading rubin "hurricane" carter's autobiography, "the 16th round". my mom got to hang out with him for a few days when he was invited to speak at a conference she was throwing, and she adored him. I'm in a quiet mood. the new cat has a name-- harley. he and cheyenne are working on making friends. I need to be writing and I'm not. I need to be getting more than five hours of sleep a night and I'm not. I just feel spacey, out of it... I think at this point I'm just marking time until I get out of here. soon, now, a week and a half if all goes well. I drive across town to my temp job, and the drive soothes me. when I'm on the highway I could be anywhere. I am dealing with being here much better than I was. I think partly it's because I suddenly remembered that staying here for the entire month of january was part of my original plan. my plan had changed by the time I got here, and I wound up getting somewhat stuck here for the month of january, but still-- it's something I almost chose consciously. I know there's good reasons why I'm here. I know that a lot of what I'm learning here won't come clear until I'm gone. I think in some way I'm making my peace with this place. still, I'm ready to leave. I spent most of my lunch hour driving most of the way across town and back to pick up a vegan chocolate cupcake with lots of frosting and a quadruple espresso. when I start abusing my hypoglycemia for the buzz, it's a bad sign. but I think mostly I did it so I could spend the time on the highway. so I could pretend to be anywhere. so I could be somewhere on the road to the next gig.
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