i plan on making an attempt to write in this everyday, not sure why. maybe it is the 70 page goal i have set for myself. i am sure it will cease within a week.
strong wind last night howling through the concrete canyon of dts. from the ocean and into the west. the wind, when combined with the rattling of windows and the creaking old building produces an eerie sound. difficult to sleep the past couple of nights. consumed by thoughts on a variety of subjects. most of which excite me in some way shape form. finally settle, sleep, wake.
dead beat tired this morning.
and alot of this.
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