May 25th, 2004

Been busy. Been good. Been tired, but I wish for insomnia. More time, less work. More ink. Two weeks. But too much to do and no time to do it. Thoughts can still lead to ideas I had shared with Spencer. That lonely world we created, that was so much more real than all this. Too busy to write. So I want to read my own stuff. Read it and remember what it was like to have the time to write.