It’s very strange when, in your dreams, you are drunk, and you black out in one place and wake up in a completely different location. I woke up from my sleep this morning not knowing what it was that I did the night prior, then proceeded to complete that fucking sunday crossword puzzle. I stopped short of all that I knew, so that all the words that were completed in the puzzle were unconnected movie references. I hate the sunday crossword puzzle.
My computer is slow, probably because of all the memory that I’m taking up with music and images. It’s really annoying trying to do anything on this hunk o’ junk when it can’t process more than three programs simultaneously. And now I’ve lost track of what I was doing and thinking, so much so that I don’t know what to write next…
i want to read some bbooks today
