After the long work week, I am caught up on sleep. I spent last night caught up in a fascinating (and disturbing conversation with one of my closest friends. We spent more than an hour talking about what we would do if we were eccentric billionaires. Are basic conclusion would be that neither of us should ever come into money because we would use it to create strange social experiments.
I failed to write–yet again–last night. I need to start forcing myself. With only 44 days until I leave for the Peace Corps, my time is short. I want to finish the rough draft of what I am working on before I leave. That means a 1,000 word daily minimum is necessary. I will start this evening. I get back from Denver in the afternoon and have plenty of free time after that. I need to force myself to make this happen. Here is another poem from my 14-year old self: