I feel like my body is functioning better than ever. I attribute that to yoga. I’m also thinner. My lungs/sinus/throat, however, are not happy. The air pollution in this valley is beyond unhealthy. I wonder if it will reach a point where we would be evacuated. I would welcome a leave until this passes. Once my work here is through, I’m moving someplace clear. I have to make a conscious effort not to get sick, which is working, but time consuming and exhausting. I really don’t want to get on another round of anti-biotics. I would like to have a child at some point in my life.
I bought a laptop from the Russian. The selling point was that it’s red. I imagined that it would revolutionize my writing, but I need to face the fact that only I can make me write. Also, as this is my first laptop, I’m finding that it’s battery life is short, which also shoots my writing dreams to shit since my writing dreams involved me at a café overlooking the water on the French Riviera writing passionately—autobiographically—about the previous night’s lover. Someone named Auriela (or whatever was it) and eating pears.

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