Paul Boccaccio

punching self in the brain. i’m averaging a page a day. argh. #gunstreetnovelthon # another delightful run this morning, followed by grossly substandard writing. i may have to trade off: write one day, go outside the next. # @documentingme that’s why they call them “business socks.” in reply to documentingme # RT @tofermoran: Even better [...]

Just overheard a lady say, in a nasal, snide voice, “Do not speak ill, of the dead.” Then she laughed. # The bathrooms are half marble, half yellow seersucker wallpaper. And they’re the size of my downstairs. # @ittyprecious You’re not charles vess, but i’m still having fun. Whee. # Waking home along the road; [...]

Ok, so i left an open, half full can of olives in my car all day. Online poll: should i still eat them? Will i die? # @elleeffect i did the same car thing this week. odd. that must also be contagious. i got a new (to me) car; hope you find a cheaper option. [...]

sleep is for people who enjoy speaking coherent sentences. you all know i am not that sort of people. # tonight has been & will be a decent writing night. finally getting over illness? possibly, though more likely that my body has just given up # i can feel the reverberations of my heartbeat echoing [...]

Marry me, john. (daniel) # RT @tofermoran: One of Durham’s finest, to make the morning better. Ladies and gentlemen, Bombadil: http://is.gd/sWFw # “… art after Homer consists in rearranging shards–like shaking coloured glass in a kaleidoscope.” — Jeremy Adler in intro to Tomcat Murr #