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[flemmings]

The weeks of summer are ineffably dull. I work. I eat dinner. I go for a walk. Maybe I read a little. I have a shower. I turn on the fan and go to bed. And then I do the same thing next day. Not quite as bad as Takuboku--

Working, working
But no joy in life.
Still staring emptily
at empty hands

--but close.

Comments

[incandescens]

I would suggest a new author for you to binge on, but I'm not sure who to suggest.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Drugs, drugs, she sighs. A new author, a new fandom, would certainly alleviate la melancolie de vivre, but doesn't address the essential ill. Which is probably my version of SAD, that can be cured by a judicious application of September.

[incandescens]

Just don't start hitting the cocaine in the absence of a good book. :)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

The idea of cocaine does sound tempting at times-- o sweet cessation of pain-- but you can't have it for free at the library. And for what a hit costs, I could get a vintage Burgundy, with the similar results and no addiction.