sweating like a whore in church. it is 91 degrees in my bedroom right now. the sun went down hours ago.
i fixed my oh-so-cute typewriter tonight. then i drank a beer. then i wrote a letter on the typewriter. before all that, i played this song on my guitar and sang and it felt REAL GOOD. i drank coffee today, so i will be UP FOREVER AND EVER (i can tell). there are four boxes full of clothing lying about my room, and one full of books. they all need to be organized and repacked and sorted through. my coffee table is covered in STUFF and i don’t know if i want it or not. i mean, i do. but i don’t. where the frak am i supposed to put all this stuff? how to organize garbage. that’s what i want to know.
i feel good tonight. i feel good most nights. i feel good when i’m by myself. LOSER!
31 days.