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All attempts at sleep last night wound up pretty futile. I laid in bed under a makeshift pile of blankets with flannel pants, socks, a t-shirt, and a hoodie on and was still shivering. I watched Wall-E with the covers over my head. That movie makes me cry. the relationship between Wall-e and Eve is sweet and inexplicable. He adores her. And she let him past her shell. Aw, tender. Typical, tender, sometimes trite, but still touching.

Blargh. It's freezing cold today! I don't want to be at work, I don't want to do work-type things. This is also trite and typical.

"Define 'hoe-down.'" "Hoe-down. A social gathering in which lively dancing would take place." "Psst. Computer! Define 'dancing.'"

I want a directive, one that means something; I want someone to bring along. Ah well, lots of life left to live. Not like it's never gonna happen. Just have to get going places. I can do that.

"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." - Amiel

Just gotta find and then follow that thing that is more red, more here. A wanting. A directive.

I can't write what I'm thinking or feeling at the moment. Wordless, wafting. Too little sleep, too much thinking.