couldn't hold on to anything---failure to allow what was possible to me in the apartment---books, internet, sports on radio---to excite me. At one point, stuffed food into my mouth---stomach a "little" hungry, but as soon as I absorbed the food, knew how silly it was. That was the straw that broke the camel's back: I realized that I was not being good to myself by putting the food into my mouth. Two phone calls calmed me down---I await the beginning of the Yankee--Ray game, which should take me into the later part of the night. But still, so many possibilities just on youtube---how many obscure operas that I might want to listen to---all of early Verdi---the many operas before Rigoletto----a book full of short stories by Lewis Auchincloss---you know how much I respect him---all the Theater Arts books sitting to the left of me---each one with a play that I might want to read (they range from the "serious" i.e. Waiting For Godot to the frivolous Time Out for Ginger)---yet as stimulating as they might be I can't feell excited by the possibility of getting involved with them.
How does one "break the funk"? Good question---perhaps I can find out soon. Tomorrow I face the same kind of schedule---can I be little nicer to myself. Well, lets see what happens, will report soon.
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