January 29th, 2002

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I have too much mucus. I woke up about a half hour ago coughing because I felt like I was drowning in it. I don't know if sitting here spitting into a kleenex is helping or if the vodka is clearing out my mucusy throat, but all I really want is to get back to sleep.
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Third gray hair sighted behind my right ear. And it's not like I spend hours looking at myself in the mirror. I need to do something else to condition my hair. The leave-in I'm using is making my neck and back break out. Very annoying and unbecoming. Guess I'll braid it back until my skin gets back to normal.

I have a weird itchy white bump on my wrist.

I will attempt to do better today. We went to Target last night and got laundry detergent and a storage box for the rest of the Christmas stuff. Now I don't have to leave things in the cooler.

From the weather forecast today "and parts of the Phoenix metropolitan area will likely see some snow". I'll believe that when I see it.
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Why oh why have I been so reluctant to work on Marie lately. I've done trillions of little chores this afternoon, but haven't yet touched Marie. I get all panicky/down when I even think about her. *sigh* Not good. But I am chipping away at her. A 500 word flake here, a 400 word chip there. And even though I'm not working very much on her, the apartment still goes to hell in a hand basket. Because even though I'm not getting much Marie done, I sit. And stare. And surf a bit. But it's sacrilege to get up and do other things.

Called Oma. I missed her yesterday, her birthday. The grandparents are okay, but Tante Doris is in the hospital probably with a stroke, and Aunt Eileen had complications with the mastectomy. It makes me worry. All my grandparent's peer relatives are having problems. My grandparents are in their 70s. They've always been a part of my life. Hard to think that one day they will not be.

Time to switch the laundry, turn on Oprah and maybe get some writing done. Or clean the back room and bathroom.
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Dang it, I can never find the CD I'm looking for. I have at least two copies of Mozart's Requiem and I can't find either. This will just have to do.

Still haven't written.