i sleep for 8 hours.
i wake up at 10am.
chicken nuggets cook in the toaster oven,
as i check my email.
i eat chicken nuggets

as i read an article titled 'The Layoff."
a lethargic feeling enters my body and moves
up and down like a wave in a dirty tray in a sink.
my body moves the empty plate
from my bed and puts water into my mouth.

when she moves my arms i lose my page.
when she moves i think of you.
the market loses 150 points on my birthday.
a kitten lives inside a snowball on my birthday.
four hours of work remain, as i think about reheating beans.

spend more time on your poems.
capitals presence of capitals
are important in poems.
increase line breaks to slim
down your
poem
(s).

select a small cup of coffee
from the coffee machine.
finish reading "The Layoff."
instructing yourself is important
in life.

a rock in the bowl knocked me off my skateboard.
i feel vaguely distraught by my lack of original thoughts.
at easter dinner i put my head in my hand.
it is impossible to resurrect from the dead.
at easter dinner i stared into my coffee.
a piece of ham rolled in the sole of my sock.
i comb my hair a lot after the shower.
my hair is so bad. i feel bad about my hair.
i watch thelma and louise
on the morning after easter.
i want to go to the gym, but the gym is far
away. i put my head in my coffee at easter.
i'm going to heat up some pizza, maybe.
i'm going now.

i feel 'lost'
black black snow
switchback
sort of insurgency
'whales'

sometimes when i feel i'm tired and continously fall asleep at work and on the subway,

i get back to my apartment and experience a 'second wind.'

tonight i went to the gym, when i got back to my apartment.

i walked, then ran(3 1/2 blocks), to the gym in shorts and a t-shirt.

i didn't feel cold.

the most people in the gym at any one time was seven. three bros were doing a stations rotation type workout while they had a laptop open, playing an instructional video for reference. one of the guys was a trainer that i see there all the time. one of the seven people was this skinny kid with glasses and thin hair. i felt like it was his first night at the gym, which was weird because it was so late. it was 11:05pm, when i got there. i tried to work out for an hour, but i ran out of shoulders-isolating repetitions. i should have worked a different muscle group besides the shoulders and abdominal muscles, which i also worked a little. the shoulders and abdominal muscles are not really 'connected'. i left at approximately 11:35pm. i feel like i should have worked out longer. i didn't want to just mess around with light weights. at some point i felt like i was making advances by being at the gym that late and therefore i could leave at any point and still be ahead. it's 51 degrees; i just checked.

Long Island

blue eye

birds and dryer sheets

5,000 * 13 

27,000 * 10

banana ziti

smelt marijuana coming from out of the bushes / under the bridge

i was just following the dream of the park

there you go birdie badminto

dog frisbee bro so lonely on the grass

walking past fighting jamaicans

so the best person the most 

meaningful meaningless person

drank vodka cranberries in an art gallery today

drank like four or five of them

then i ate mexican food

then i took a shit

then i read like ten pages of Love Always by Ann Beattie which i really like

i was falling asleep for short periods of time while reading

then i drank a snapple

then i sent an email

then i bought another snapple to have in my apartment

then i read 20 pages of Love Always on the F train

which i had to stand up in until it got to brooklyn

but the novel is getting better

i felt like sharing the novel with someone and talking about it with them and how it relates to us as people

i got home and drank like 5oz of vodka(however much is equal to two shots)

and struggled to write poems, wrote like two poems that i think are ok (should i delete that last sentence? maybe)

poems suck big huts

everytime new song comes on i want to type about doing something - in the mood of that song maybe - but then i think i can't stay continually hooked into the writing thing

i like seeing birds on the highway feels like wires / space

earlier this week i dreamed kacey was asleep on a pull out couch with earphones in her ears

my mom pleaded me not to wake her up

at the art show guys were standing looking at the orb thing talking about medication they took

guys in line at the art show for drinks said they started tweeting

other stuff happened

girl coming in doors at work said they were reopening the cyclone

my taco delivery is here

going to eat those tacos

hope i die soon

you like my boat

cat jolts me awake

cat runs away

sun comes up

i make 'kissy' noises and cat comes to me

i pet cat

other cat 'mock charges' cat

cat comes on futon

nothing happens

i stare 'into' cat's face

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