10am and on. Dissatisfied and too slow too fast. Reprogramming oneself in this way or the other, intended or unintended, while weeding the planned out of layers and layers of the unplanned. Sneaking along the walls to enclose the day.
(A little later. Slightly dizzy. Overstimulated. Fragments of texts echoing in mind. Just one drink from falling to publicly improvising on Beckett pieces. And night's still young.)