I have sat down to write a million times. I have three drafts stored away. But there comes a time when people like me just have to sit down and power through it. I have nothing to write about.
First things first: if you don't already, listen to Rufus Wainwright. You won't get it at first. But try listening to "Pretty Things" from the album Want One when it's cold outside and you are inside sitting on a couch reading Eggers while sipping hot chocolate. And the Christmas decorations are out, if not necessarily hung up yet.
On a somewhat related note, if you ever have the chance to watch Ellen Degeneres do stand up, take that chance.
I'm thinking about moving to Chicago. I like it up there. It's cold, and there's nothing like the cold to let you know you're alive. There's nothing worse than room temperature. Extremes - that's what I need. And I met a group of people who inspire me up there. Missouri, I'll be frank with you: I'm no good for you, and you're no good for me. I love you, Missouri. I do. But just as I must power through to write this, so I must power through to a new place. And Missouri, you need some work. You've grown tired, lost sight. I'm leaving so that we can grow in our separate ways. I'll be back to visit, but only now and then. Not often. Because it's just ruined.
I'd like to go back to school. I really love school, in theory. I also really love people, in theory. When it comes down to it, though, to that place where everyone is gross but some people hide it better - when it comes down to that, it's very hard for me to love people. I get hung up on theory a lot.
I wonder if we talk about the sin of sloth enough. I don't treat it as seriously as I should.
Alright I think that's plenty of random thoughts for the night. Feel free to comment. I like bouncing around ideas.
