superfluous

What a superfluous modern day! The weather is dark and grey and the sun hides behind the stones in the sky. Stones from Gibraltar and I'm still stuck in this room,  behind this bookshelf and ink pad. No need to write today, I thought, for nothing really occurred. I find that when I am in my worst position, that the letters flow unequivocally and my soul turns into an arrow. An arrow launched by a half-man, half-stallion in astrological conundrums. I am not eating anything, only water and yogourt, no solid foods for they will launch me into a weight scare. Haha, you think I am that vain. But yes, I am eating "healthy" now, so my vision of the masterpiece will be completed. They say I should write a book, however, I am in no mood. Writing a new book involves lots of coffee and  my body can only handle that twice a week. I have edited the IDIOT and it will be ready, if all continues well, by March or beforehand. I am excited. Excited is such a bland word, for I am thrilled, amused, fond. The corporation will let me sign for a decent deal, it's all about marketing, which I do know quite a bit about, or so I tell myself. The Nausea is almost done, then it`s on to Krishnamurti or maybe Camus` journals. Probably the latter. Forgive me for I must rest. We shall type again soon. On the last train to Valley Grable. I`ll meet you at the station.