Thursday, April 16, 2015


Went to bed at nine.  Woke up at eight.  Perhaps this will end my exhaustion though I know much of it is emotional and not physical.  I know I need a vacation.  Perhaps this (link). 

Something. I need something. 

I have no stories just now, only fears, and fears are boring.  I don't wish to be a bore.

No, no. . . I am in a vacation state of mind.  More a running away, I think.  I would live the Parisian life, but it takes more money than I have.  Money.  It all comes down to that.  They lied to me as a kid.  All the hippies said it was so.  Money and happiness. 

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