I decided not to read anything before I started back up again. There is so much coffee in me my belly hurts. My teeth are yellow. I’m in a haze. The apartment is getting cleaner little by little, though it is very much in limbo. I’m starting to realize that I’m leaning toward just living in the small room altogether. Just bring everything in there. I want to be the kind of writer that doesn’t need to be emotionally invested. Wait I don’t need to be. What is happening right now? I think that emotions are getting in the way of the writing. Four days off is too much. I need to make money.