Hungover, in Baltimore at writing camp, eating nasty honey mustard and onion pretzels. There was a centipede in my room when I got here. I forgot Infinite Jest, and my pillow, but only the first is devastating. I want to write because my brain is buzzing but I still feel nauseated and so most likely will end up just watching Intervention until I pass out.
Sweet dreams, kiddos…
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