I’m kind of down on myself today. I had Saturday completely to myself, which included Friday night and Saturday night, so I made good use of the time, in that I relaxed, and I did things that I enjoy, I ate relatively well, I played poker, I watched some TV, I read a little bit, I practiced my conga a little, and I even wrote a little.

But I should have written more. That’s what makes me mad. I’m thinking of myself as a loser right now, but at least I feel all right, physically, because I ate right. It’s just that I want to write more.

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