there is a pressure about sunday that makes the writing come at full speed, as if the iminence of monday forces the ideas out of me. but there is also the deadly annoyance that monday IS going to come and then i will not be able to live inside my ideas and my novel, but have to be out there in the world thinking the thoughts that other people want me to think.
and tomorrow is jury duty, so that means either i can sit and daydream all day while i wait to be excused or i will be too uncomfortable in a room filled with other uncomfortable people and so i won't think any useful thoughts at all.
radiohead for the day: high and dry, just, black star and fake plastic trees.
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