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.