after all

i wish i could learn to say the things i say but differently. like with humour or quality of writing.

how did dfw write all of that? so much writing... i cant even get one line i like. no wonder he hung himself. it was like pushing away darkness. no way he could keep that up.

i'm funding a rehearsal space for priddle. only $300. and ostensibly i'm also able to go there. presumably to rediscover some latent amazing talent heretofore unexplored in enough depth.

i'm tired but i cant sleep.