otherwise, it's monday. for me it's monday, that is. I've been up since 6:30pm and soon will eat a bit and then get to work writing the for-pay manuscript. when I'm done with that I might try to pull excerpts from my LJ archives that I've turned into FileMakerPro databases for this reason: to paste into my autobiography. see I've got fragments on my hard drive and things I know I've written here that could go in and right now what I need to be doing is pulling them all together and fitting them into something like my version of narrative which lucky for me is not always linear or rather is hardly ever linear but I still do use transitional devices of a sort so there will be some actual splicing and taping and mudding.
the back is still unphotographed. I'm probably going to do it tuesday morning since I have therapy monday morning. sigh. I won't get into why I didn't go today other than that it did have a lot to do with my unwillingness to use the phone. somewhere out there is a homily about how depressed folks often take up to four times as long to do things as undepressed folks--I think that's about right, although in this case it's not depression so much as anxiety.
well whatever. as long as I can publish before I hit 120 I'll be happy with myself.