tired. stomach hurts. i need to make a resolution to stop bitching. it's obnoxious.
sorry.
this weather is sweet though. jacket weather. makes me nostalgic, remembering starting school when i was little, things i loved about being young.
i'm going to walk the dog and tent myself up in my bed with sedaris.
there's a lot going on. and sometimes i feel like it's all nothing. where's the grit...
but you do help. you do help. and i know i'm incoherent, but i write for me. maybe someday for you. i want it. i want the idea that i'm trying to keep from being an idea.
i will have to pretend, and hope it's convincing. maybe convincing enough that i believe it, too.
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