08/10/2003
I'm out of orbit today, stalled on everything. Here are my notes from Sunday.
Morning, with all its possibilities, looms before me, then rushes past.
Mid-morning. Ideas bob along the horizon like marker buoys in choppy waters.
Noon. I'm completely lost, surrounded by a flat, endless horizon towards which I row my boat in widening circles.
This has not been a very productive week. I haven't decided on a server and, more than that, I dread making the switch. Up until now, a friend has hosted the Ashabot for free. He set up it up. I have no idea what I'm getting into now. Probably it's no big deal, but thinking about it is making me nuts.
Also, I haven't finished reformatting an issue of my zine that needs to get done yesterday. Bad. Very bad.
On the up side, I did find a place to present my one act play, Ghostwriter. It's the Comma Cafe in Carson City. The place has a great little stage, a very comfortable atmosphere and comes at a price I can afford, free. When I asked the proprietor what the space costs she said, "Nothing. It's people helping people". She makes it on the refreshments.
So, here's a little fun a friend sent me. Try it out. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles with it. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction. See if you can do both actions without a change of direction. If you can't, you know how I'm feeling tonight.
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