Read. I am too tired to read. Write. I need to work on my resume.No one gives a shit about your resume. Make it digital. Make more tea, too hot to drink, let it sit, forgot about it, it’s cold. Tea tastes like shit. My resume, Tumblr resume; doesn’t fucking work, need a new shift key (on screen keyboard and caps lock). Azaelia Banks, why does Spotify stop some time. Inspired? Just manic. If I move the table bounces the liquids out of the jar. Cat’s on catnip. Feel like I need to contribute. To what? Political process. Join a party. You’re an anarchist. Fuck.
Green Party? Yea, Chomsky’s cool wit’it. New books. More books. Read them, too tired. Watch something, nothing good. Finished House of Cards. Political process. Dirt on local politicians, become a local politician. You’re an anarchist. Write this blog. Find outlets for your book. I don’t know.
Mom sits down, que questions.