a lot on my mind. I should start writing a book. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I have nothing to do. Other times, like this week, I’m loaded.
I have an essay to write, a screenplay to finish, a trip to pack for, a history test to study for, a long list of movies to watch, listening to Spike Lee give a lecture, testing for my license and a few shows to hopefully go to.
I like being busy. Keeps me from thinking about how pathetic I am.
I’m not sure why I expected different.