All I want to do is read books. There are too many. I will die without reading all of them. I am holding back too much. There are so many things I would like to do. I feel so trapped by buses. And finances. Sometimes I remember that it is stupid to make long term plans. To hold the future in mind. You are putting your arms out blindly in front of you. Stand still. I have an appetite today. I will finish this shelf of books fervently. All is well.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.