I periodically rot and do nothing but read or sleep after work but thankfully that comes in waves. I’m thoroughly enjoying the summer heat despite already getting a stupid sunburn on my arms (at least I caught an eel for my trouble) and I swear I heard a cicada already. I would have said that this is the first year I recall not getting ill under a new moon in Cancer but unfortunately that was just delayed, as my broken stomach woke me up around 6 yesterday morning and continues to torment me on and off. Ugh
This current method of writing the book where I chip away at it as though it’s a hunk of rock I’m slightly concerned might explode and kill me seems to be working as far as keeping me motivated. I finally decided on a name for the world’s common language that makes some sort of sense for the global history. Absurd how much effort needs to go into building an entire fictional world only for this first entry to take place in a pocket dimension anomaly of a setting. Like, whatever, these are all my choices I’m making for crafting my perfect long-winded nonsense, I love it because I have to 
I finally set up a new bar-style counter table and adjustable chairs in my apartment, freeing up space and giving me the elevated sitting spot I so craved 
I realized I loved the window facing single seat counters in cafes and figured if I had it at home I might love being at home more, too. Well I always love being at home, I would never commute a day in my life again as soon as I can figure out how to manage that.
I felt sorta bad getting rid of the old table and chairs. They had been here for years and were only mildly uncomfortable. I fucked up the tabletop with nail polish remover and put random stickers on one corner. Gone, now, like so much else is.