I have a host of muddling posts that I wrote this summer that I hope to share.
Why did I just drink a big thing of gin Near-fatal last words. I was in bed by ten, full of despair.
Summer muddle. The things that used to work for me, or get me through, no
longer work. Mostly what I am saying is my wonderful ability to laze about and
contemplate the beauty of the world that has lately just imposed numerous grim
realities upon me, which suggests that I need to modify my philosophy.
No explanation as to why I feel so goddamned great today.
I’m writing with clarity and more purpose than I have in a week. Keep it up.
