I have worn out both sides of many pillows, exploiting the coolness that can only be found on the bottom. My radio is mumbling quiet hip hop from the MIT radio station (or maybe it's Harvard, I don't care). It's late and I'm preoccupied, thinking about the day, and what happened and what didn't and what I need to do tomorrow.
Somehow, mentioning Josh Green in a post the other day made him call me. That's especially weird considering I don't think he's aware of the InterWeb. Who else can I conjure up? Ari Missry? Benji Rapaport? Owen Tripp? Todd Quackenbush?!!
Well that's asking for Google trouble. Did I really just leave those names there? How brave! How stupid! How utterly tired I am!
In other strange person sightings, I got what must sort of be spam from someone else I haven't thought of in (quick count on fingers...) 7 years. Or maybe I was googled and intentionally sent this email, I don't know, but I have been lying in bed for the past several hours hoping he will write back and it will have been a coincidence, and we'll have a happy but consequence free e-mail reunion.
Tomorrow is Crush List Friday. What does it all mean?
I have to write back to my cousin at Brandeis. I should write to her sisters as well. Who else do I owe email to?
Should I pursue the people who didn't hire me with suggestions for projects that they should outsource to me? I hear all sorts of family and friend voices in my head saying "the worst they can do is say no" but I know it can be much worse than that.
Is weight loss really as simple as burning more calories than you take in? Is it possible?
Can I write a sestina? Should I write my beginnings down right now so that I don't forget them in the morning? Would it be better to forget them in the morning?
It's hot in here. I have all my blankets on the bed and no fans on. Last night and the night before it was cold. Will it be worth it to peel back the comforter or will I settle for keeping most of my legs outside the blankets?
Am I more or less likely to fall asleep if I stay in bed thinking about these things or post them?
That salmon I made for dinner was pretty good. How would it have been better? Do I need to reseason my pan? How do I go about doing that? Forget it, this will never happen.
I wish Steve had a secret phone line that didn't ring anywhere else in the house. Or that I wasn't afraid of the phone in general.
Too bad I have to work tomorrow. I wonder how Nicole will do as manager. I fully intend to be as unhelpful as possible. I wonder if she'll put me downstairs. I hope I'm downstairs all day.
Crud, I sure didn't do laundry like I meant to. I did go to the gym, but who cares? I wonder if they keep track at the gym of how many times you come in? It would be easy enough, but why bother?
What can I do to make myself fall asleep? I'm sure the answers are not to be found sitting in this chair, at this angle, typing and looking into a bright screen. Oh well.
Good night.
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