5-1-24

My month.  Just got home.  In office, clocking in…. 09:35

Three messages sent while driving.  Being a sales bloke, I have to remember not to rely on any lead to materialize.  Everyday is day one.  Remember that, I remind myself.

The month I turn 45.  Fuck it.  All bets off.

Quarantining this month, see what I produce. 

Aim for day – run and writing, Every Day journal and book… receipts, move money again to MAP.

Stop for NOTHING.  Waiting for watch to charge.  In no mood to do receipts, the messy pile to my left makes me hate paper even more.  I’ll do one now and see if I can trick myself somehow.

Done.  Three or four entered.  Pile isn’t as obnoxious now…. Saw another poster or ad of Sedaris, now I want to write more freely and silly, or just be lazy and go out and observe a bunch of shit and report back.  Thinking that should be my mode and mental machine.

Former student of mine making moves in tech, starting with new company.  Never heard of it before, so checking it out.

Me impatient and frustrated that I’m made to wait for this new story.  So how about this – DON’T.