i can imagine someone reading this and being really annoyed by me. seems harder to imagine people being annoyed with me in person. i’m confident about my chill, attentive presence. oh gross. imagine some 18-22 year old guy smiling sexily, taking his shirt off as he scoots himself close to you on your beach towel—you are mostly in the sand and he is taking up most of the beach towel—squinting his eyes and nodding and saying ‘i’m confident about my chill, attentive presence’ at you.

1:04PM: jens lekman has been playing since other song. this is my ex-boyfriend’s computer, it has all his music on it. going to try to listen to music. randomly selected ‘i’m your boogie man’ by kc and the sunshine band and fast-forwarded to a middle part where it’s. i can’t describe. you would recognize it, probably. i recognized it. i laughed. oh god. ‘here we go:’

it seems like a club. the lights come on. it is a club. no one is there yet. after a moment a james brown-like voice says ‘give us this day, our daily[not heard over sounds of immense unseen hydraulic power lowering 100’ diameter disco ball that looks like michael kimball’s smiling head, spinning slowly. when the hydraulics stop making noise ‘i’m your boogie man’ by kc and the sunshine band can be heard faintly, but something went wrong, it was sent to the wrong address and is playing next door instead].’

that’s what the release party for the flash intro to the marketing website would be. i’m crying laughing so hard. i never believe people when they say that.

1:17PM: i want everyone to be doing this too, liveblogging all the time. a future where no one talks and. damnit. i used to picture this bleak all-white ‘matrix’-like people-harvesting room. the entire earth had changed into this white room where everyone just sat silently, and that was the future. thought ‘maybe that would be good if everyone was liveblogging’ and i guess worse things could happen than that, but i’m definitely not as excited about it anymore.

1:29PM: i’m not even trying to do anything but just lay here anymore. until further notice i will be laying here. good. the banging noise seems insane, definitely directed at me.

1:31PM: people think multitasking is distracting and it’s not good to get sidetracked but what if that’s actually how our brains want to evolve? like they want to process a larger and less-related variety of information and do this as fast as possible, eventually achieving infinity or something, perceiving infinite things at infinite speed. seems like i may have not been the first person to think this, vague memories of tao describing something like this in ‘taipei.’

1:46PM: approaching 48th hour awake. i’m going to have nothing to say for like two weeks after i finish this. i love anyone who has made it to this sentence. pictured ricky fitts with bloody nose, saying ‘don’t give up on me, dad’ as a kind of warning or command to chris cunningham, who has just punched him, i think, in ‘american beauty.’ that part.