I just rewrote a scene for like the twentieth time. The more times you rewrite something, the greater the interval of time it takes afterward to decide if it's any good or not.
Went swimming. I'm wearing a shirt that's not a color I normally wear; I feel like a different person. I feel inclined to be a different person. I'm annoyed. I have too many business cards on my desk. THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS THAT SHOULD BE HAPPENING NOW AND ARE NOT HAPPENING. Fuck.
Midnight Picnic will exist soon.