6:22 p.m. - January 17, 2003
I'm not going to go.
Came home and took a nap and I'm awake, energized, and have nothing to do.
Other than the book. The book. The manuscript. The trouble! I can sympathize with those who have children. Once they're here, you can't undo them. Same thing with contracts.
The degree of sickness is spreading; today conceptualized yet another book and why didn't I think of it before or already?
Some Friday night I will go out and laugh and be glad I did.
Back to work. Workworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkwork.