I feel like my last post was so lame. Like who gives a shit, right? But when you’ve devoted a website to yourself, you have to put stuff about yourself on it, obviously. But who am I expecting to read it? No one I guess, especially when Jezebel, (that vortex of things I was sort of thinking) is on the same Internet that I’m on. So then why am I putting it out there? Do I wish to be a literary star? No, that’s like wishing I were a dragon–writers are more like clumps of asteroids who keep bumping into one another as they circle Portland or wherever AWP is next.
I think I post things here so that there’s a safe place for creepers who Google me to land. If you’re reading this, you might feel awkward. Don’t. Feel welcomed.
I got more sleep than ever–12 hours or so–so I’m having a kind of Yossarian day–so logical it doesn’t make sense.