lester

connected meanderings
2002-07-26 08:20:40 (UTC)

in a sling

recurrent image when lying down trying to sleep: am in a
giant sling that someone else could use to slam my head
against a wall or something. Not that they are but they
could. or maybe it's me that attempts it. Bottom line: I'm
helples and someone giant controls me.

May be my editor this time. Am annoyed at his cavalier
saying not good enough yet though says the topic is good.
I'm too telegraphic, my concepts hit like a left jab in the
way that I put them. At least my co-author is working on it.

my left hand still hurts from when I hit it with the mallet
while it held the chisel.




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