5:57PM: ate a caffeine pill. okay great. i don’t know what to do.

6:08PM: i made a poll about what i should do tonight, encourage people to write in answers for ‘Other.’ i’ll do whatever gets the most votes. voting period will end at 7PM.

6:28PM: going to shower now and prepare in case ‘go to reading’ wins.

7:02PM: here are the results of the poll:

•  go to the reading (it starts at 7PM and it’s 6:04PM now, i haven’t showered and live 30+ mins away but am okay with showing up late, just information to consider) [RESULT: 17 VOTES]

•  do laundry [RESULT: 8 VOTES]

•  get drunk [RESULT: 8 VOTES]

•  read/watch movie/look at internet/watch TV [RESULT: 3 VOTES]

•  ‘knuckle down’ and write story/article for something i said i’d do [RESULT: 9 VOTES]

•  Look up chords for “Butterfly” by Weezer and then play it on guitar post video [SOMEONE ELSE WROTE THIS, RESULT: 3 VOTES]

•  7pm is jeopardy [SOMEONE ELSE WROTE THIS, RESULT: 2 VOTES]

•  live tweet good/bad sex [SOMEONE ELSE WROTE THIS, RESULT: 2 VOTES]

•  Other [RESULT: 4 VOTES]

MAY 31, 2013

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JUNE 1, 2013

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JUNE 2, 2013

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JUNE 3, 2013

8:43am: said ‘listen: this doesn’t work anymore. I don’t eat solid foods. We’re fucked.’ in ‘main character gives up’ voice to attentive-looking cats. Have been up all night and want to sleep. Was not planning to write this. Caught some ‘talking to cats on Sunday morning’ hit action. Caught that shit to serve it up fresh to you like, eight hours from now, probably. I’m eating a xanax and going back to sleep. Stalling my update of the past three days.

8:52am: Alvie being ‘insufferable’ with loudly thumping off of high surfaces and scratching in litter box. Sleep not happening.

9:03am: cleaned Alvie poop after yelling ‘Alvie.’ sprayed ‘auracacia lavender harvest calming aromatherapy mist’ walking perimeter of room holding bottle with above-head/forward-thrusting arm. Cats looked confused and maybe hurt or afraid. Did bump of heroin.

9:07am: it smells like generic soap from someone else’s shower. It’s nice. Jumped at text message noise and watched ‘Hey Meghan! I’m in a pinch…’ appear. It is from Jaime, probably about the play. Imagined myself typing ‘Wonder if I’m going to read it’ and smirked.

9:24am: do the cats think MacBook is a cat also? It is silver and like them sort of.

9:29am: opened window. Feels better in here. Like, perfect temperature outside. Shirley found a place to sit on the floor, went ‘MAAAAAA…?’ and now seems to be ‘ruminating.’ Person who hasn’t responded to my text probably thinks of me as having a ‘novelty factor.’ If they read this it means I have a little less ‘novelty factor’ to them than I thought, I am more ‘a person’ to them, but in this case I don’t know if I want them to think I’m a person, seems a little scary in this case. Feels comforting to be Christmas decoration-like to someone sometimes. Like ‘that looks nice, I’m in the holiday spirit now’ but for the rest of the year I’m in a box in the basement.