It’s 4am and all I want to do is write. Thanks Chabon, for giving the “midnight disease” an almost accurate name.
25th of November 2009
24th of November 2009
21st of November 2009
Torpid brain, turgid belly, turbid texts.
Larchmont Village smells like a hippie now because I spilled some amber oil in a fancy sweatshirt store.
19th of November 2009
Studying the difference between “venal” and “venial” on a stationary bike in Hollywood.
17th of November 2009
15th of November 2009
Stealing time from the faulty plan at home tonight. Wish I had more than a blank space where my mind should be.
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Max Hodes and I paying homage to Boston winter, a year ago. We call this song “Supremely Cold.”
14th of November 2009
Trying to remember how to think in 5-paragraph arguments. It hurts.
11th of November 2009
This is my argument for green.
