7:30 AM; Los Robles table
Did not pray. Most likely got distracted by the many books I’ve recently acquired. Currently listening to music on my headphones while the money candle Leslie recommended burns. Just finished writing a bit for my new Ghost page—funny how writing isn’t difficult now that I have assertions. I’m almost annoyingly appreciative of my time in the hospital now. It was my version of the hand in the box—went to see Dune last night by myself. It was so good. I cried multiple times due to the intensity of the message. And the music. And the visuals. A masterpiece. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll have time in this life to write my novel. And see it translated on screen. Now I pray! After I drink water.
I let my fear pass through me.