Things I have done today other than those things I was supposed to do:
Considered setting up a diary.
Written three thousand words of erotica.
Drafted one poem, edited another.
Gone on a short jaunt to a friend’s medical appointment.
Committed to participating in a risotto, a workshop, a reading group.
Worried about what to wear to a date.
Made a doctor’s appointment.
Listened to the same song on repeat.
Some minor flirting (by text and also in person).
That, my friends, is how much I hate Heidegger.