Date: September 4, 2010
Time: 2:24 pm

Got off to a later start than I planned today. After I posted last night I took to bed with my tea and ended up making some more notes for the novel thing, which has characters but might be more of the experimental type nonsense that occurs when poets write novels. Wait a minute, I started writing stories years and years before I ever wrote a poem. Genre distinctions are for the unimaginative.

In any case, I meant to get up at 9 but slept till just after noon. Had a nice breakfast, flipped through the paper, and am now seated in bed with a fresh pot of coffee beside me. Always knew I was more of a sprinter than a marathon runner anyway.

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