I think I’ve figured out why I haven’t written in a while – and it’s because I haven’t liked the sound of my own whine. I’ve looked at myself on the internet and thought – ‘oh man … the only person who should sound like Woody Allen is … Woody Allen.’ So that’s not good, right?
I’ve been thinking of a lot of different things though. It’s going to be rough to organize my thoughts.
Finally sitting out here with the kitties. They miss us. We are neglecting them. They are plotting our demise.
We are going to the Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings show.
I am becoming more and more boring as each word leaks out of my fingers. This is because it is late, and my quads have this computer-shaped flat space kind of etched out onto them. It’s kind of sick. I’m going to have to start doing computer squats and exercises for mouse cramp once again.
