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Quiet day (internally--externally it was a noisy day). Symptoms were light today and I felt fairly "clear" at times. I did get sleepy and napped for a while. I was feeling antsy for part of the day--those surges of energies that don't go anywhere--that just make me feel like I'd rather be doing something, but don't know exactly what.

I read some today. I've picked up a strange collection of stories--three of them in fact. One set called Persuasion Nation is simply an oddball collection of strangely-told tales, some of which are simply not interesting, partly because they are so strange.

Another, Severance, deals with the final thoughts (impressions, musings, rhapsodies, or ??) of people who have been beheaded (severed). The author's premise is based on two unrelated pieces of data--how long a head remains "alive" after severance (1.5 minutes) and how many words per minute a person can speak (160)--which gives each person 240 words to express themselves.

The third collection is SciFi/Fantasy called the Fiction Factory. It's a compilation of stories where the authors collaborated with good results (they pushed boundaries, bent rules, made sales to new markets, etc.). There is a pre-ramble for each story that talks about how they collaborated and how some of the story elements evolved. The first few stories were fun to read, but they're starting to drag the more I read.

With all of this, it looks like a trip to the library is on the agenda in the morrow.

Last night, I managed to crunch up a fender on my truck as I backed out of the parking space. A neighbor had parked a vehicle so that it shadowed the way I had to back out. I thought I could just back all the way across the court into an empty stall. I misjudged where a support was sitting and munched it into my fender. For some reason, it didn't register with me that I had bumped into the pole and I pulled out, changed my angle, and did it again. Clever thinking on my part! Anyway, I now have something more than cosmetic damage to my vehicle.

So, I've been experiencing some feelings today--over the munched fender, the various noisy workers and others around today, about the content of my session yesterday (that it's all in my mind--my way of holding (onto) what I'm dealing with), and various other issues.

So a lot churning; a lot being processed--and stuck with some strange reading materials. Such is the day and part of this night!