In my log last week I mused that I was possibly too maniac

last weekend and therefore I might pay the price. Well,

that was correct.

I can't even imagine how I thought that amount of "feeling

alive" would justify how tired I would feel during the

week. (Although, in fairness, I can't really access the

feeling of how tired I was earlier in the week --

subjective experience is an odd, ephemeral thing, indeed).

Ah. . . it is coming back to me: I got a little ill during

the week. I really no functional energy until at least

Wednesday, and by then I was just playing catch-up.

In the name of basic self control, I am going going to try

to limit my creativity time and try to get a little ahead

on the work week. Who knows, maybe doing it this way will

let me work in little bits of creativity during the week.

Since I have drawn what is otherwise the short straw of

having my plan period at the last class period of the day,

I have started a routine of going early to where people are

going to meet after work, getting the table and then

sitting down to do some writing while I wait for others to

show.

I did some writing for my next issue of the paper Zine --

nothing ready for sharing, but still good, fun progress[1].

Also, I have finished my stool and am in the process of

painting it. Before I put on my first coat of paint, I used

the stool to do some scales and other practice routines on

the keyboard. It felt like a good height for playing, and

the stool is nice and sturdy. Music might be the next

thing I work on. I am at such a rudimentary level, that I

can't call it a creative outlet, but maybe one day it can

be. Much greater souls and minds have given their lives to

it, after all. . . It's a good frontier to have left.

Well, that's probably all I can contribute to the gemini

space this week. If I can carve out more free time, it is

going to go to coats of paint for the stool, maybe more

experiments with turning regular letter paper into bendable

sticks for sculptures, but most of all catching up with my

correspondence with my pen pal from New Zealand. . . Which

also reminds me that I have a friend in Portland to check

in on.

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[1] I create much more for the feeling of creating than the

product -- on balance, at least; I can get mad at a lack of

quality, especially if I put a lot of effort, especially

uncomfortable effort, into something.

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I love to hear from people. My email is the handle minus

"net" (so, a work by Voltaire that starts with "c"), at

sdf.org.

While we're adding boiler plate: this work is hereby in the

public domain. Do what you want with it.