Oooh, that’s gonna cost ‘er…

Nothing like the Olympics to make one feel like a lazy, unmotivated chub.

Conflict

Dreambrain likes to bring up and overstate the importance of people that Awakebrain doesn’t think about much anymore. Tinges the whole day with irrelevant remembrance.

Heave

I was excited for a week or so about the prospect of returning to college, full-time. New major, new school, if they would accept me, despite the shitty GPA and dismissals. I downloaded the applications and read the personal essay guidelines and felt incapacitatingly nauseated for the next twelve hours. Fear, procrastination, disrespect for authority, task-loathing. I have a comically exaggerated aversion to writing on demand, and that’s what school is.

New Full-Length Mirror and I still have some things to work out.

Why can’t he be my cousin?

I dreamt that Phillip Seymour Hoffman was a famous pastry chef, and I was in love with him. Later, he asked me to housesit for him while he and his Chinese wife and their child went away, but the cops came while they were gone and I had to pour his drugs (which were firey red pellets) into boiling water and pretend I was making chili. He wasn’t happy with me. And I was really high from the vapors.