feeling particularly useless today. i have no car. i haven’t slept in my own bed in two days. i have 20 cents in my pocket. i am wearing a black shirt with satan’s head on it, drawn by the illustrious k3n. i have my green cargo pants. i am wearing a hat i bought at american eagle of all places, and it got lost on halloween, was stepped on by billions of people at the logan house, and was found again. i had to do some minor training with our new intern – she seems very timid, yet enthusiastic. sounds of the empire came in, and i popped it into the computer and ripped it immediately. i have work to do, but don’t want to do it. i want to go back to new york. i want to go back to austin two years ago. i want to go back to toronto fifteen years ago. i want to write about god.