Sleepy Weso (Photo by X.A. Medina)
Today I woke up at 1:30. I think I have seasonal depression. I went and got a coffee and a muffin with K. After we went to the
coffee bike shop where I talked to the guys about boxing up my bike for my Puerto Rico trip.
K had to get ready for work so I went to Grumpy and had a tea and worked on getting health insurance and emailing some people.
I dropped my computer off at home and met my friend The Doctor at Modca in Williamsburg (had a slice of pizza on the way) to try and read and write. Can’t get much down and everything I have written reads like shit. All I can write is dumb shit in the streets: </3 </3 </3. Puerto Rico can not come fast enough.
Palm Trees solve all.