dear diary

I wrote 2 blog posts (non conatus), and I drafted a blog about romanticism. I am reading a book about heavy metal subcultures and I'm reading a friend's manuscript on philosophy that he's having published later this year. I'm all about the reading lately. I did lots of reading yesterday (wednesday) and fell asleep to the sound of podcasts and indie music.

I think the only thing on my mind that gives me pleasure besides wanking and writing and music is food. I love food. Food is my comfort. Food is my safety shield from the world. God I love those dirty bacon crisps. Might take some with me to work.

So I was just confirming the plans for the next few days. On Thursday my plan is:

• Wake up
• Pack my shit together (include lunch)
• Meet up older woman who is sexually into me from Fetlife
• Do some reading at work
• Do paid work at shambly arena
• Go to the gym after work
• Do three classes
• Get the fuck home.