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I'd just like to say that this and this completely made my day yesterday.

Since last November or so, I've been taking some real time to just be, and slack, and take a little time to just let go of the whip-smart fishing line that pulls me towards Type-A-land. I might've gone a little too far, though, as I am now beginning to feel a little tired and directionless.

It's ridiculous, too, because I certainly have plenty on my plate right now, in terms of Things to Do and Projects with Amorphous Names: but I think my psyche needs a little re-charging. Or something.

A lot of it has to do with sleep. I keep convincing myself that I can stay up late and get up early. For the most part, I'm successful! I rise at an ungodly hour and go about my day with aplomb, but my eyes hurt today, and I can feel a span of rusted steel spanning across my shoulders, and I realize, I am tired of this. I need to start paying attention and buckling down and getting more of a routine. I've been busy and lazy and shapeless and wandering, and I am beginning to crave order and schedule and accomplishment and tangible results, once more.

No big deal, really. I just wanted to take note of it, and move on from here.

Netflix:

The Big Sleep (1946)

Bogie. Bacall. Rockin'.

This seems to happen a lot at this intersection.

Guh, I'm a little shook now. Amazingly, the guy in that truck? GOT OUT. They half-pulled him out, and he got out, shrugged off his jacket, threw it on the street, put his hands behind his head, and looked despairingly at what was once a sweet ride.

The other driver seems OK, too. Vaguely Trixie, on her cell, using her inhaler liberally. My bedtime is now, but I feel a little wired. Bleh.

Edited to add: that sound is becoming one of the most familiar worst sounds, ever. This is at least the third time I was really glad I chose to park my car somewhere else, because that corner has seen more impact than I care to think about. I mean, sometimes that's 'my spot,' since the other cars move up until there's just enough room for a tiny one like mine right at the end of the block, there.