I have spent three days acting like I wanted to clean my office. It is a bigger mess now than it was before I started.
I have too many meaningless books.
My dream has always been a beach house with a massive library. I would sit on the beach reading books. Every now and then I would write down an idea. But mostly I would read.
I am tired of worrying. I am going to stop.
"The one charm of the past is that it is the past."
*Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray
Thursday, May 11, 2006
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