Oh brother

I’ve been on cruise control. Sleeping later and later. Staying up for no reason at all. Going to bed and reading. As long as the light’s on, my dog demands I scratch his belly. When I shut off the light, I try to convince him to hang but he fucks off to his own bed and I roll over and don’t sleep. I get back up and fuck with the fan one more time. Maybe this time I’ll fix that clicking noise.

I’m not supposed to be here. I should be answering email. I should be answering text messages. I should be writing but I don’t know how to start. I bought a notebook and filled it with first sentences. Maybe I can buy another for second sentences. Maybe I’ll fill boxes with composition notebooks. They’re 97 cents. Why not.