just got back from a reading in manhattan

hated it. not sure why i went.

don't remember anything i liked
remember it smelled like donuts in the venue
remember thinking 'how did i end up here'

all the sentences were very long. there was a lot of repetition.
people were laughing a lot during the questions part.
hated the people for some reason.

still have my winter hat on, and my jacket
sitting at my laptop

'liars in love' is a good story by richard yates
i felt like i needed to recreate something i read in the middle of one of the paragraphs

coming home from work i couldn't understand the prose in the middle part of it.
i felt angry. i stared a lot. i read a page and felt confused
and then stared and my face felt warm.

not sure what the point of this post is.

frostbite seems like one of the worst things to get.
it seems bad to get if you're not expecting it or something,
like if you're doing something 'normal'
and are not prepared exposure to extreme cold

it is worse, i think, if you get it on a mountain
and you get it so that it blackens like a whole appendage.