I am pacing around my apartment because there's a baby crying (maybe it has trouble with the full moon too) and all the windows are rattling in the wind. They're old big windows that don't shut all the way. It would be a problem with the cold weather, except my heat is controlled (and paid for) by the landlord and they crank it up to about 80,000000 degrees C.
But there I go, rattling on about windows again.
I have read the beginnings of five books just today. The only thing that has kept my sustained interest is a British show about cars. They move really fast and the segments are all spliced together. I think I watched this show during the last full moon too... just noticed.
I've started (most of these are re-reads):
A Common Faith
Master and Margarita
Beowulf
Twelfth Night
Istanbul
Stores should stay open all night around a full moon for those of us who can't sleep. We'd be like werewolves only instead of turning into a wolf and expressing the Thanatos (maybe a bit Eros) in our Id with abandon, we'd just be really motivated to take care of of all those errands we've been putting off for ages. Unless said errands involved silver bullets.
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