Today while I was preparing, going through the endless little rituals to stave off the darkness, I caught myself tracing the groove in my forearm just below the wrist, where the veins are blue. A little later, while filling a glass of water, I looked a little too long at the serrated edge of the bread knife.
I cannot constantly keep myself occupied, which I now must do if I am to keep myself from falling. It is time to check myself in. I'll still make the trip I spoke about yesterday, but I cannot pretend that it will help.
Signing off for now. I'll pick this up again providing that where I land has decent Internet access. In closing, this came to mind.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
Thanks to this link for the popup free (I think) transcript
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I'm an Ars lurker who saw your post in the Lounge. Just wanted to say "get well soon". Keep fighting, and good luck! :)
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