Editing a lengthy e-mail for the twelfth time (over a period of four hours), trying mightily to make myself sound like less of an pseudo-intellectual egomaniacal asshole (and generally failing)
Fasting for my physical at shit A.M. (surprisingly easy, since my brain is occupied with verbal expression despite the fact that I'm working in Dory's kitchen)
contemplating the uncomfortable intersections: race, sex, gender; erotic space and social space
realizing that my ruminative conclusions were well-delineated by Michel Foucault while I was still in grade school
realizing that there are generally more than two sides to every story
self-berating for sacrificing the dog wash 2½ hours ago to circular thinking and writing (see above)
recalling that tomgreen98, however drunkenly, pressed the point of taking a trip to Houston for a long-delayed visit in a late-night phone call yesterday
considering flushing postmodern thought down the toilet
jonesing for a cheeseburger
jonesing for someone - or several someones - to fellate in lieu of aforementioned cheeseburger