Too

I'm too hot to go to sleep.
Too angry to think unless horizontal.
Too tired to promise I won't be angry tomorrow.
Too hot to even think about it.

Writing Books

Huzzah! I have crossed the word threshold with my novel. It was a long and arduous journey, but somehow, I buckled down and got things done*.

Now I begin concentrating on writing a book with my dad about culture and identity. It should be exciting. I never realized how little thought people put into their own identity and the identity of others, how people just take other people for granted, so hopefully this book will become an amazing and necessary project.

*Oh they got done alright, in a really unprofessional, daresay sloppy fashion.

life's some of that crazy shit

the synthesis of events, recorded and later recalled, a mixture of all the sensory inputs i can feed my brain, rise and fall as any great story should. except this one seems to be never-ending.