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Monday, November 11, 1996
Written at 2:22:21pm
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Any time I think to sit down lately and say something, I decide against it, thinking there is nothing to say, that I have so much to do and so many places to be that no nonsense could possibly justify the effort and precious time expended of hammering out another dour story that people complain about because it makes them feel sad.
By the time I haven't said anything it's time to go to sleep and there's a familiar stinging emptiness that an opportunity to do something (self-perpetuated or not) has passed. So sweet dreams.
Just now I restrained myself from getting up from this desk and embarking on what would have been an hour or two of entirely pointless wandering around the East Side of Manhattan. It is a stupid way to live, but I am always looking for something to do.
