11.06.2025 (1): Something in My Bones

[sunshowerdandelion]

I've been rather tired and sleep-deprived, probably because of my little trip still. I've also gotten a big helping of new work-stress, which isn't helping. And I've been trying to get back to literary reading, which because of my sleep stuff, makes me feel sleepy. I think it boils down to being a little more forgiving to myself and taking things slowly and deliberately. I'm reading Howl's Moving Castle but also Runaway. I'm in the middle of acquiring a newfound appreciation of Runaway - I don't know how this sort of reading's escaped my two previous times reading it.

I think these past few months have seen an accumulation of stress, especially work-stress, that I've been trying to shove down. This has resulted in me becoming rather bitter.

As for writing, I've written more of my planless (but not thoughtless!) original fiction. Tomorrow I plan on reading more of The Perpetual Orgy - or I might choose not to, I'm not sure.

Impressions today:

• Strange afternoon sunlight, streetlamp orange, for which the first impulse is to try and find a switch to switch it off.