over a month -- and all i have to show-for are chapters left unread, dishes piling in the sink, an unfixed laundry apparatus, and damn near complete internerderific neglection? what am i thinking?
it's been an unfortunate course... [straight up dead reckoning]. no good, no good.
within the past few days, i've soaked up enough ego to spill a plan into a dried-up solid mass of direction [locating point b]. succès? oui, je pense que je suis correct.
in the well of the great wake.
p.s. i'm a fuckin' hippie. embrace life, maaan. dig it.