March 3rd, 2004

A Pocket Full of Murder

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I am tired. So tired. I'm tired of being tired. I don't even know why I'm tired, except that I am. Yesterday I wrote three hundred words of no consequence whatsoever and that felt like a major achievement. I don't know when I'll feel up to writing the Passion essay, even though I want to write it and feel guilty about not having done it already. Plus my carpal tunnel is burning up my arm and shoulder again, so I'm trying to use the pen instead of the mouse and keyboard whenever I can. Sorry for being so lame.
A Pocket Full of Murder

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On a happier note, I went to the library today and got a bunch of books for the kids and myself, including Lois McMaster Bujold's Paladin of Souls, which I've been meaning to read for ages now. And, since I can at least use my pen and tablet comfortably, I've updated my template to something more cheery and springlike...