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I put up a post yesterday that was too private; one person saw it before I took it down. However, it was the one person who would have been upset by it, and he was. So much for pushing the limits of a public blog.
In general, though, I seem to be accumulating a reasonable readership, though I don't get comments or feedback. Maybe everyone just likes watching the clips.
I was home yesterday with a touch of sciatica - well, more than a touch. And seeing a chiropractor is a pipe dream. My insurance charges a $50 co-pay, although my chiropractor only charges $45 to see him without insurance. Still, too much money.
I've been watching things other than Bollywood for the past few days. It was getting a little rich for my blood; or perhaps over-the-line obsessive.
Still trying to figure what to do with this urge to be creative or to reach out. I always think about writing - lots of folks think I should - but there's no book here. There's just no book. There never has been. The things I know well are too boring to me, and/or too obvious. I would have to write about something I know but which isn't me and isn't my life. I don't know if such a thing exists, at least in my head. Maybe my brain just doesn't stretch enough.
I'm almost done with the new Stephen King book, 11/22/63, and it's been awfully good so far -- just curious about how he ends it. Not sure what I'm going to read next, but probably non-fiction. I like to switch back and forth...unless I'm gorging myself on a single author, as I did with the Preston/Childs "Pendergast" books. But I'll probably "flip" through the Kindle and see what's around. I'm only carrying a small number of my books on the Kindle now...if you can call 500 "small." I have easily 1,500 more stored on my computer at home. Too many on the Kindle makes it a little sluggish. And when I charge it, I do trade books around.
It's payday today, and I feel like I'm already out of money. Most of it's spent by the time it gets here: bills, Metrocard, analysis, and some paying back (for instance, our pharmacist lets us slide until payday). It really depresses me, especially because I always want to be able to have a little treat, buy a little something...and it's not gonna happen. Or if it does, we'll be short. Things would work a lot better if I weren't the only one employed in the family.
In general, though, I seem to be accumulating a reasonable readership, though I don't get comments or feedback. Maybe everyone just likes watching the clips.
I was home yesterday with a touch of sciatica - well, more than a touch. And seeing a chiropractor is a pipe dream. My insurance charges a $50 co-pay, although my chiropractor only charges $45 to see him without insurance. Still, too much money.
I've been watching things other than Bollywood for the past few days. It was getting a little rich for my blood; or perhaps over-the-line obsessive.
Still trying to figure what to do with this urge to be creative or to reach out. I always think about writing - lots of folks think I should - but there's no book here. There's just no book. There never has been. The things I know well are too boring to me, and/or too obvious. I would have to write about something I know but which isn't me and isn't my life. I don't know if such a thing exists, at least in my head. Maybe my brain just doesn't stretch enough.
I'm almost done with the new Stephen King book, 11/22/63, and it's been awfully good so far -- just curious about how he ends it. Not sure what I'm going to read next, but probably non-fiction. I like to switch back and forth...unless I'm gorging myself on a single author, as I did with the Preston/Childs "Pendergast" books. But I'll probably "flip" through the Kindle and see what's around. I'm only carrying a small number of my books on the Kindle now...if you can call 500 "small." I have easily 1,500 more stored on my computer at home. Too many on the Kindle makes it a little sluggish. And when I charge it, I do trade books around.
It's payday today, and I feel like I'm already out of money. Most of it's spent by the time it gets here: bills, Metrocard, analysis, and some paying back (for instance, our pharmacist lets us slide until payday). It really depresses me, especially because I always want to be able to have a little treat, buy a little something...and it's not gonna happen. Or if it does, we'll be short. Things would work a lot better if I weren't the only one employed in the family.
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