Thursday, October 06, 2005
Your lies are so much bigger than my lies . . .
The problem with coming to the computer to try to get something done in the afternoon is before you know it he starts crying, and then you've got to attend to him, but then he's crying again, and you've got, like, one fucking sentence written and it's not such a big deal, but it's disappointing, but I can't even dwell on that because now he's going for the USB cords, and for Christ's sake, he shouldn't be standing on top of that box, and I wish I just had a week off, but that's bullshit because I really need a month off, and maybe then -- no, maybe after about three months off I might have enough time to
