I’m almost not crazy.
It’s 4am. Ho hum. I don’t sleep anymore.
My mother was feeling sorry for herself all night, making everyone miserable. I bought her a can opener to cheer her up. It worked.
I make lists in place of real self-examination. I believe that the sum of each entry in one of my lists adds up to me. I actually believe that. And their construction is not necessarily easier than real self-examination; it’s a process that makes more sense to me.
Life is good. But films make me feel more. So.
(Seriously.)
