Wednesday, November 30, 2016

November 28, 2016

Lara seems to be planning a production of Washington Place in Omaha.

The nerves of my feet were not registering wet when they felt cold. My foot actually was wet from lymphorrhea, which I couldn’t locate until I saw that my bare feet had made marks in water on the kitchen floor. Discouraging, but over in a day. Didn’t even seem to be an opening in the flesh.

Stabbings at Ohio State.

Friends on Facebook begging money to get them through life crises. I was desperate here for many years, and just resigned myself to living among the ruins.

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