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day of fog Yesterday was a good day for me despite my mild whining. It may not have been the most exciting day, but at least I didn't get depressed. Sometimes I would swear that my mood is in direct relation to the time of day. For most of the morning I was in a good mood. I paid some bills and did a little cleaning. Overall I was calm and relaxed. It was my day off and I was going to enjoy it. Then when the afternoon started I got more and more lethargic. My mind started to shut down and my world began to shrink. Going to the movies didn't appeal to me and I couldn't think of any reason to leave the house. Soon all that I wanted to do was just lie on the couch. Maybe I get this way in the afternoon, because I usually sleep during that time five days of the week. My body and mind doesn't know what to do with that time of the day. At least I started to feel better when it got dark. I would say after the sun went down, but most the of the day was bathed in a dank gray mist with very little hint of light. To ease some of my depression I went to the comic book store to get some escapist reading. Comic books are a somewhat harmless drug that I succumb to every once in a while and I needed a fix today. Of course when I get to the store I am attracted and repelled by what I see on the shelves. The medium has so much potential yet fails to reach it the majority of the time. After chatting with the clerk I walked out with a small handful for the evening and made my way to the laundromat. While I was at the laundromat I read an article about new translations of Franz Kafka in an old issue of the New Yorker. Once again Kafka falls into that category of well known author that I have never read. Maybe if I had a month to just lock myself in a room I could catch up on all of the authors that I should have read by now. I love to make the transition from the lowbrow world of comic books to that of Kafka even though it seems that I have to learn German to get the full effect of Kafka. Sigh.
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