I have to schedule my time.
I have to figure what to do with my time.
I have to figure what I WANT to do.
What do I want to do?
I haven’t been writing. I am stove up. Pent.
I haven’t been reading.
I haven’t been moving.
I renewed my license yesterday. Took great pains with my appearance, my neck. Didn’t help. Very fat. I am measured inside my fat neck, I am curled up in there, the woman before this fat-necked woman. I am cursed with a long neck that gets fat not like a fat neck but like a turkey waddle like Mitch McConnell. I am a heavy cargo. I should jettison myself, lest the whole ship slip under.
Have birthday gathering today. I hope I can enjoy it even a little bit. Such a blue storm in my head. Storm angry broomstick riding cycling a cyclone hitting I am riding my bike straight up the walls of my bedroom.
Tomorrow have poetry reading in Nashville. Please please please let people show up!!
Will rest heavy today so that I will have energy for tonight and tomorrow. Tonight we are going down to the farm and will be walking the place. Tomorrow we will drive to Nashville for the reading. Please please let me have energy enough for all this.