#TimesIhatetheFuture when I don't know if I can get it all done. And wish I could turn back time and catch up properly.

Once upon a time it was. Today my future is being decided. Wouldn't tomorrow be just as good a day for that decision?

longing to type write and strengthen my fingers. Can ribbon be bought in this abstract world?

Anybody reading Rick Moody's serialized tweet? Who is saying what when?

only real books will do. sitting at a computer is enough screen time for me.no nooks or anything like it.

who goes to the frankfurt book fair? all licensing and no sales? a place to od on books. the high of multiple author sightings.

how many books do you read a year anyway? I want to talk not twitter about books.

wondering what it feels like to be twittering from Iran. If the cool soccer player from the movie football undercover is ok?

sweating in the mugginess of a summery night. the sky lights up in the distance. will it ever rain.

waiting for my laptop to overheat.reeling from a foray into prime time tv criminality. two psychos and a few dead bodies. the point?

chewing dead skin off my lip and considering the futility of chewing nails. they grow.

simple sloppy morning of light and heat, half awake intending to join the rest of the world in one form or another.

trying to watch the chelsea barcelona game online

figuring out how to win a medal. Or be paid for writing.