I’ll just put, like a playlist of three songs on repeat and listen to it for like a week.

I mostly ride my bike to work. I am mostly a person. I am a monster maybe.

Sometimes I’ll make a new playlist with two of the songs from the old three-song playlist and add another song and put that on repeat, or sometimes I just put those two songs on repeat.

When I ride my bike I sometimes feel sad about it. Mostly I like riding my bike, but it is about three miles to work and there are a lot of hills and sometimes it is cold.

I move around my house after work thinking of things to do. Sometimes I click on Facebook and think, “What do I do now” and then I feel like splitting in two because I can’t answer that question. I can’t even say, “nothing” or “I’m not sure” or things like that. I pick up my guitar and make noise. I click on Gmail. I make more noises with the guitar. I walk downstairs and make coffee or drink beer.

I walk back upstairs with my coffee or beer. I look at Gmail. I scroll through everyone on Gchat. I click on Facebook. I pick my guitar up. I make noises with it.

I click on blogs. I look around my room. I walk to my roommate's room. We watch TV or I watch him play video games. My other roommate comes home. We go to Starbucks maybe.

Starbucks is depressing mostly. There is an old guy who works at the one we go to. He is slow moving and jovial. I don’t know. I edit prose things there. It feels like I never get anywhere with it. I don’t like, add words I think. I don’t like the things I have written but it seems hard to give them up. I don’t know what I am doing.