can always think of things to write about as long as I have no means of actually writing. I’ve often thought about carrying around a small recorder but the sound of my own voice freaks me out. So I end up sitting here, trying to remember what in the hell it was I thought was so fantastic that I had to write about it as soon as I was able.

I assuage my displeasure with the notion that if it was such a good idea, I wouldn’t have forgotten it. But I’m not fooling anyone.