Funky

I'm braindead. Wednesday and Friday after work I spent hours with K at her job, then spent today helping her schlep lumber. For no good reason at all, that shit has exhausted me. And it seems like the rhythm of my job is keeping me from focusing on writing. All I can think of is the future and no way to describe it. I'm not sleeping well and there's nothing on tv. Next weekend we're going to Tucson for K's brother's wedding. I might be alone in the mailroom Monday, which I'm fine with. Yesterday the guy I work with and I used natural and artificial sweeteners in cola as a metaphor for the Church of Rome and Church of England. Ok, Samurai Jack is on. Erase and correct.

I'll be better next week. Or the week after. I know it.