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Ow. I need to go get some stuff done today, but as it happens I also need a break. The last two days took a lot out of me, so that by last night I was in excruciating pain in most of my joints, had to shuffle around, and went to bed early (930PM, though I had been up 15 hours by that point).

Yesterday was comprised of a silly errand and then my mother's mad quest for a straw summer bag and matching hat (unfulfilled, I might add). I got blisters and a new pair of Scandanavian-looking sandals. I got a new pillow. I listened to the new REM cd in the car on the way home (also acquired the new Depeche Mode, but am afraid of it as I haven't heard much good about it; forgot to get new Placebo cd). I didn't eat enough for dinner. I did knit about 6" of that thing for my grandmother, which is turning out nicely and is somewhere between 2.5 and 3 feet wide.

I hurt. I'm staying in, today. I overdid it & need some rest. I'll catch up on my reading & such. There are ways to be productive even in a single room.

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I have spent the afternoon reading and eating triangle-cut grilled (soy)cheese (spelt-bread)sandwiches my mommy made for me - clearly a regression. The same things I liked to do on Saturday afternoons in 1986. Never mind that it is Wednesday. I have read within ten pages of the end of this week's portion of TMM.

I have also looked at all the work-at-home sites that andrea so graciously provided, though not in much depth. Funny, I have a reputation as work-avoidant among friends, but I think that's because I occasionally talk about getting a job and can't find one or end up not being well enough. I spend a great deal of time wishing I could work and wanting to work (why? because I have no damn money of my own, and I get bored easily.) But not finding anything that suits my particular talents and limitations.

I have things to say about Africa, but they will have to wait for another entry. Simplistic things, but well-meant. Africa is a broken heart.

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This makes me sad. I don't play chess anymore, for a list of reasons. But most of the bookstores I've frequented have had "chess nights" and they're usually the one night when assembled sundry manage to be quiet*. & there is a building in Manhattan, called something like Park Avenue Plaza, where people are often gathered in the lobbies to play chess, which I found rather charming. One of many such venues in the area, I know.

I am not having a good evening. One of my eyes is very irritated, and I hurt from head to foot. The morning was OK, but since about 330PM I've been miserable. My mom asked where I like to go that I find comforting and that makes me feel better, saying that she likes to go down to the ocean (a few blocks away) and look at the water. I replied that the place I like to go is to sleep.

* for some reason, private groups that used to have to get a room in a library, or rent a room in a hotel, are now using the local coffee-boasting bookstores as their meeting places; people are also using them as job interview venues. This is profoundly irritating, as they are inappropriately loud and suck up all the seating that actual patrons would like to use. I would understand if these were reading groups, but they usually aren't in any way related to their chosen venue, nor are they an official "event". & I wouldn't mind if they reserved space in advance or kept it quiet, but they're usually really loud & leave nowhere else to sit. The only reason they choose these places rather than a library is that in a library's meeting room, coffee would not be allowed.