Lemonade lazy day!

Okay, back on track, somewhat. I’m thinking about a set eating plan. Normally I don’t like to do such things, makes me feel too imprisoned. We’ll see. I feel this strong desire to use the food here in the apartment. I think I’m feeling somewhat suspicious of things that hang around forever! I can’t really explain the desire to get rid of it all other than I’m so ready for a change overall that I even want to clean out the cupboards. I dropped another pound that’s nice, not much but nice. Today I felt lazier than normal. I think I needed a break from writing a bit. The desire to write is like having a nematode just under the skin shallow and uncomfortable. You can see it moving through your flesh but nothing you do seems to stop it. I expect that’s a somewhat gruesome description of writing, but it’s often as urgent and at times annoying in this way when you have something to write.

Today I sat out on my deck and read William Faulkner’s “As I lay Dying” aloud. I love reading Faulkner out loud. My southern accent seeps out horribly when I do but I’ll be honest Faulkner’s one of those writers that you just want to read aloud, like Shakespeare. Blessed Shakespeare, it must be read aloud! Anyways it was lazy like for me to do, I might as well have popped on a straw hat and sipped on a sour sweating glass of lemonade to have made it more perfect. The other people who live in this apartment complex may think I’m nuts, but that’s okay, the feeling’s mutual I’m sure! I guess not yelling obscenities at my children or “old man, old lady” makes me more nuts because I was just reading a book! Well I do declare I do have my eccentricities! (And I’m darned proud of them!) Tomorrow it’s back to work, if I don’t get started later tonight. Everyday I realize more and more that I was born to be a writer; I have all the bookmarks (dog eared and otherwise) of the inescapable plight of being haunted by muses in the middle of the night! It sure would be great if I could replace eating with writing completely!

Foods:

chocolate chip cookies
Soup/rice
Popcorn

164/89 BP 69 pulse ~ Down -01 ~ Total Lost 023 ~ 393 till Goal

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