September 14, 2010
Bleary-eyed, sugar high streaming in my blood, trying to squint at the spotted screen and making little progress. So sleepy, yet so much to do, and so very, very little of it; attempts at slowness only seem to be laughed at by time, twisted into rushed half-moments of sleep depravity and lost feelings--where did it--we--go? How can it already be this day? The first of the month was seconds ago... No net, no trap, not even some red lipstick and heels can catch this moment; it is gone, traceless, even as it strikes the clock.