Wallowing

[truepenny]

Feeling dull and not terribly happy. Possibly result of not sleeping well, with unpleasant dreams about a predatory Tarot reader who lived in an unbelievably squalid house (grungy white clapboard with the inevitable pink neon sign--and that was just the outside). Too much verisimilitude in the details, especially the grotty carpet on the stairs.

A vivid imagination is a great thing, except when it isn't.

I'm not stuck (for a change), but I'm in that sort of mood where I start thinking, Who am I kidding? No one but me is ever going to even remotely care about any of this nonsense. (And, yes, I splinched that infinitive on purpose.) And that kind of background mental clutter makes it hard to persevere.

There. Hopefully have got that out of my system. Will try to talk about something more interesting later.

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unpleasant dreams about a predatory Tarot reader who lived in an unbelievably squalid house (grungy white clapboard with the inevitable pink neon sign--and that was just the outside). Too much verisimilitude in the details, especially the grotty carpet on the stairs.

Hmm...yes. I think there's actually only one of those squalid Tarot houses. It exists slightly out of phase with our dimension and you portal to it from any of its many Earth-dimension locations. I drove by one of them every day for a year and a half when I was taking classes for grad school.