i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
4:54 AM: the trouble w/ trifles
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augghgghhhhhh. it's impossible to convey in letters this sound of exhaustion. -now- i remember why i never wanted to move my email to another server: i have to move my sent messages in 2-month batches and even then it's excruciating. sometimes even that's too much for its tiny mind to handle and it fails, whereupon i have to painstakingly discover where the transfer went wrong and do it all over again. thanks, imap. even reading cheeseburger brown archives is proving insufficient to maintain any decent level of alertness, so the past couple of hours have been a blur of words and numbers that are making me question the nature of reality. and the haze made me copy a month's worth of messages into the -same- folder once and i'm too tired to pick through them.
i can hear the damnable pre-dawn birds singing their murderously cheerful songs, and the sky is becoming watercolor. but we're not done yet! oh, no, not yet.