Want lunch. Don’t want to wait till dinner for Mexican food. Cranky. Don’t know what to do.
Not in the fucking mood.
A moody writer.
Put everything out there.
Truth in it all…. Develop a new blogging platform.
How the fuck do I do that?
Not in the mood to run.
Jesus…. What a wreck.
Just want to travel, drink wine in some barely-standing mountain tasting patio in the Alps, or in Burgundy (but I’m fucking sick of Pinot….).