I woke up and the first thing my eyes see is my hand still holding the remote. My computer is talking to me, “Excuse me …” I didn’t tell it to talk. I have the same thought everyday, as soon as my eyes open. “How can I sleep with all this stuff on my bed.” “Thank God, I didn’t kick my laptop onto the floor.”
My head is resting on the pile of books I read recently. I’m a binge reader. Thank God for writers or I would never know anything about life. I’m connected to it, in some way. I don’t watch the news unless someone mentions something, I think I should know about. I watch HBO and BBC documentaries, Nova and “The Wire” over and over again.
I feel guilty when I leave the apt. because, I should be writing. Omg what is this?