Back in Starbucks. I pay $3.03 to sit here. I’m not sure why I even bother buying coffee—it’s not like I like it.

I’m reading DFW’s essays, and while I still respect his writing, I see flaws in him—just like Doug. I’m different from both of them. I (like to think that) I’m as smart but different; as good a writer (relative to my practice and current dedication—cop outs, of course, realistic ones) but with a different focus. I’ve learned a lot from both of them—it’s time that I actually apply some of it.

I’m a little tired of my 15-minute dedication. If this is something you want to do, then you should do it and stop your bitching, complaining, and the worst that you do: now I forget—is it not doing? or not doing well. It’s probably a combination.

My brain’s flighty today. I’m still tired from all the travels. I’ve got to focus better; watch better. Distractions are fun. I’m so easily distracted. What would you like to write? I want to use Brain—I accept I have a limited memory, and this tool improves it. You’re just babbling at this point, aren’t you? Go read and bitch about failure.