5:15PM: i can smell my feet big time. i’m sitting cross-legged on a chair by a table facing a wall at dad’s house. the table and chair are from the house i grew up in, surprised they ‘made it out alive’ from storage closet. seems like my dad would just not think to look in storage closet for things and just buy a new thing. sweating. poured another 10mg ‘microscooper’ of noopept under my tongue. feeling noopept and adderall effects, i think.

TO IMPROVE MICROSOFT WORD, IF ANY MICROSOFT WORD C.E.O.S ARE READING: instead of doing ‘change back to [uncapitalized version of word]’ and ‘Stop Automatically Correcting [word],’ maybe just have an option under ‘Format’ that’s like ‘don’t do any auto-correcting, ever.’ that also would be good for numbered lists.

slept on air mattress in closet-sized room last night with zachary. it was comfortable. i’d like to live in a house with like, a kichen, bathroom, two regular-sized rooms, and 15-20 little rooms. all of the little rooms could have themes. they could all be painted different colors. it would be funny to take people to the ‘sex room.’ the sex room would have padded walls and floors. yeah. or. no, need to think about this. would like to have a ‘fish room,’ like at pet stores when you go to the fish area and it’s just like, walls of fish. need to have a butler to feed the fish for me.

5:40PM: my dad has one of those freezers that has a ‘water dispenser’ and ‘ice maker’ on its door. you can choose ‘cubed’ or ‘crushed’ ice. seems great. i love these things. filled a glass with crushed ice, then pressed a button and water came out of the ice-hole. remembered holding the bottle up to zachary’s pee stream.

6:20PM: deleted tweet reply where i said i had not blown 3-5 writers yet. considered deleting the 1:02AM update about this from last night, then considered adding another meta-edit thing to it, then thought ‘you’re getting carried away, you haven’t even written about yesterday, you’re getting carried away with meta element, you are getting lost in a meta loop, this is probably only interesting to you.’ imagined adding ‘EDIT: please scan down to 6:20PM for more information about this update’ and laughed forcefully out my nose. getting carried away. this entire time i’ve been typing about yesterday i’ve been feeling like ‘get this done fast so you can respond to tao’s comment about involving him in liveblog, to further liveblog.’ there should be a thing for this. when you start thinking things like this you should have to get ‘slimed,’ like on nickelodeon. originally i pictured getting body-slammed by a human-sized black letter ‘X’ or ‘/,’ like what happens to numbers when you cancel them out with your pen or whatever. sliming seems better. like no matter where you are, when you start thinking meta things, ten gallons of green liquid gets dumped on you. the ‘X’ would vanish but the slime would stick around and make you think about how you let yourself get carried away with meta things.