Tuesday, November 11, 1997

I feel too young to be thinking about the things I should have done, but did not do.

What I feel doesn't seem to matter... my head goes ahead with its own motions and so the thoughts come:

Things I should have done:

I wrote some things today. Three different things at the same time. Fargo was out of his mind, trying to chase the mouse and play with the keyboard. I spell-checked everything afterward.