low motivation for everything. as evidenced by my postings around this time last year, this is nothing new. i worry that at some point i got off track and i'm not becoming the person that i wanted to be when i grew up. there were a lot of jobs that i fantasized about, but i also thought a lot about scenes, like: when i'm grown up, i'll be sitting on the floor or leaning against the window of a big white room that overlooks an alley. if the window is open, there'll be sounds and music coming up from the street. where's that street? my street's quiet.
posted December 10, 2001 in delivery. 2000