I’m tired now. I spent all day working on a project because it was interesting to me. I got quite a bit of work done on it, too. Unfortunately, this was to the detriment of other projects which are not quite as interesting to me but which are much more pressing. It annoys me that [...]
...read more hereI got in at just about seven am, still reeling from a bit too much rum at a time when everyone else in my God-fearing pseudo-suburbia neighborhood was chasing down the Penn-station-bound railroad while clutching to a thermos of caffeine, probably wondering whether I had been fucking Prince Charles last night.
...read more hereI had some perfume but did not need it; I already reeked of brightness. There were little tiny magnets pouring out of my pores. I’m so ready…
...read more hereTomorrow is another day, isn’t it? Another day to do all the things I could have done today… just as long as I don’t beat myself up about it. I’ve found that I’m awfully fond of beating myself up about things and then not learning anything from the beating… Just as soon as I get it through my head that a New Yorker never ever has an excuse to do nothing, I’ll be all right.
...read more hereI hung curtains today. And by “curtains,” I mean two scarves and a bandanna held together with wooden clothespins and draped over an old broomstick perching atop a curtain rod fixture.
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