2004-12-07 - 4:10 p.m. inventory of accomplishments today: morning sex. coffee. lunch. wrote one small thing i needed to for a project and turned it in (hardly a nick in my mountain of to-dos). wrote an immense amount of emails that amounted to nothing but excessive conversating. shit i do believe that is it. i went to an event last night and had a late night burst of energy with don j. and so i'm froth with guilt and bad self punishment for my lack of productivity. fecundity i believe. and now i'm tired and need to drive up the coast for two clients and i would do anything to skip it. i want to just turn in my chips today. and i have a deadline for a proposal to a friends company by tonight. and that responsibility is competing for life space with my desire to take don j. hostage and be with him all night in a cavernous emotional dwelling and admit no strangers. i think in therapy this week we will be lambasting me for my lack of what's the word...oh yes...discipline. |
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