I need to go pick up a timesheet tomorrow.

There's been so many things flowing through this weird, rattled brain of mine. Maybe I'll write it all down one day and sell it.

I was called a guru yesterday by one of my instructors. That makes you feel good. I don't think I'm a guru of anything, even the field between my ears.

I'm still young enough to have hopes and dreams. I'm still young enough to fall in love in an instant. I'm still young enough to start over. I'm still young enough to feel like a child, in every way. I'm still young enough to call my father "Daddy". I'm still young enough to notice pendulosity beneath the showerhead, and pretend that I'm inside it. I'm still young enough, I reckon.

I'm ugly.