I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.
How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting just that thing. You go numb. Or you kill the agent of desire.
Stupid people shouldn’t breed.
A lot of professionals are crackpots.
Turn soft and lovely anytime you have the chance.
I get up about four times a night and go back to sleep, or not. Then I swill tea around 8 a.m. I answer e-mail, while I stall thinking about whatever scares me.