hello moon.

terror of sunday: 19 September 2004, 7:21 pm.

Today is inexplicably difficult. The terror of Sundays has slipt up out of nowhere and gripped me by the throat. Sundays are meant for crosswords and staying in bed late with. Sundays are meant for overeating and company. Having something to accomplish on a Sunday is cruel. It is that moment in the middle of the night that occurs between the lying under the covers staring at the ceiling and the running to bathroom -- the moment where you have to sit up and lower your feet into the unknown void. It is why swimming in lakes at night is terrifying. Sundays I need human contact and structure.

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