ideas with no tangibility;
ideas with irrelevant supports;
ideas without value;
ideas' witlessness;
ideas' witnesses;



	I tried beer for the first time on Sunday. I tried to get drunk but I
don't drink fast enough for it to take hold. It doesn't taste like piss, like I
thought, or anything really. It tastes like water from a tainted tap. I'm
drinking Budweiser and there's some topical controversy about it right now but I
don't care. I'm
tired of scrolling the same sites over and over and over and over and over and
the plot isn't progressing I need to get out of this city I need to get out of
this city I need to get out of this city.
	Saw The Tick (2001-2002). Saw Freaks and Geeks (1999). Saw the first
episode of Mr. Robot - unrealistic, sucked. Saw Idiocracy (2006). Listening to
Dead Club City. Drinking Budweiser. Smelling cheap beer. Cold. My feet are cold.
Torso is too, less so. I want a cigarette. When I get
high enough I get vivid flashbacks. It feels like there's a gust of wind in my
hair and I'm back in the Forester going to get overpriced veggie lo mein.


	I love you and I hope the week gets better. I'll be back between Monday
& Wed. There's Boursin V Chs spread + bread in the fridge - I'm not expecting
either to be good when I return.


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