Eat chilli
Take nap
Wake up
Text wife
Wife: It’s 2am What are you doing up!!
Just like when we were dating. Those were the good days. I should work out again. Maybe send her a sext again. Those were the days.
Me: I took a nap. Six hours is my average rate. Unless you give me pills to chill my thrills.
Wife: you’re insane.
Listen to Muzak. Time to write.
Oh look, That’s a nice quote, I should tweet that. There.
Ah man, John Stewart came out and savages Trump like pork butt. I’ll just save that. Read it later. I don’t need to sink further into this depression.
Oh Ariana Grande posted a picture of her looking at her dog. Dogs are awesome. I miss Simon. Where is Simon. I’ll just comment on this picture. “How I look at champagne” I wish I had champagne. That is the elixir of the gods. Or one really fine goddess.
This song sucks who wrote this, Justin Biedermeier and his writer’s cabinet?
What was I doing? Why am I here? Writing. Yes. Create things that wasn’t here before. Come on. You are a Book Dragon. A creator. Google chrome. Not internet explorer. Not windows ’95
Oh hey Simon. You ready for bed. Ok let’s nap. 
