Fell asleep around 12:30, woke at 7:00, sleeping badly. Sat at the computer all day, and had a fair amount of chocolate before bed -- I blame these for my feeling kind of crappy now.

Precursors for wellness in a life of writing: creating a nice space in which to write, exercise that's good for the circulation. Keeping the bills paid, staying social, and getting touch are also pretty durned crucial.

I'm rather pleased with having put those 6ish hours of work into sorting through YL domain names yesterday; it feels good to do something well. But there's also this feeling that I've only made myself aware of how much other work I could take on, if I were to continue in this mode -- and how none of that spent energy actually brought me closer to other people.

...It's a theme in my thoughts these days: how so much of the energy I spend can actually isolate me, rather than connect me to others. I'm trying to develop alternate ways of living. "Webthink" is perhaps my most hopeful lead. [Maybe rhythms, templates for time use, are also important...]

I don't mind working hard. But lord, please don't make me feel further isolated.