Driving on Ice

 MW used that phrase yesterday, that she felt like she was driving n ice. It is a feeling that is catching.

I will put some of the feeling, maybe most of it, down to the diabetes problem. I have not been eating as I was, energy seems to evaporate. I was tired when I returned from my counselor. I ate the canned salmon in tomato sauce, did not feel any more energetic than I felt during the session. I went down at 6 and then kept waking every 2 hours until 3:30 when I decided enough was enough. I walked down to McClure's, after checking my bank balance, and got nicotine and caffeine and pumpkin seeds. The latter have no carbs!

I trimmed the email.

More of living in Muncie: Police: Muncie man threw rocks, tomahawk at neighbors. Yes, a tomahawk. This is the strangeness under the projected Midwestern normalcy.

I first saw Anaïs Nin's Delta of Venus when I was a teenager. I actually read it at age eighteen when I was stuck in my cousin's Pittsburgh apartment with that and William F. Buckley Jr.'s God Save the Queen. I remember the latter better than the former, except for Nin's backstory. However, it was one of the reasons I made an effort to watch Henry and June. Henry Miller - who I still want to read - was the other reason. She still strikes me as more of a personality than a writer - one of those people who get others to work. Anaïs Nin’s Decade-Long Adventure in Bicoastal Bigamy does not really change my opinion.

More interesting, because I think Cormac McCarthy much more relevant personally and as a writer, was Cormac McCarthy shaped a generation of writers like me — even when we didn’t admit it.

It is 4:45 am. I do want to get some ideas I have had on my writing down. I visit the sheriff today. I have some shopping to do. Rent to pay.

CC never showed yesterday... uselessness of living by chasing one's tail.

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