Fucking reality. Screws everything up. Woke up early for personal reasons. Don't know exactly when because the mice ate all the clocks so we are living on approximate time now, which seems to do just fine. Who am I writing to? Whom am I writing to? What am I writing to? What am I writing about? Why am I doing it. Fuck, I don't even know when I'm doing it. Shall we start with dimensions and work back.

There is absolutely no reason to be this angry except for the fact that I am fucking tired and my internet connection went off for an hour so from four or five to six or seven I just turned widgets on and off, pulled and unpulled plugs, was told that I had no internet connection even though my ipad said I did. If we were to extract from the total of things written over the last 10 years everything written about the internet, what would be left? We are writing about the instrument on which we write, not that we have anything particular to say except that we can do it faster or slower and get Chinese food by pushing a fucking app. The capstone of mankinds's achievement: fast Chinese food, which is still luke warm, just like it would have been if you called, or, heavens, walked to the store.

I think this should be a brief entry. I am half asleep, pissed over the internet fiasco will try to go back to sleep and then be woken by the internet guy who will tell me everything is fine which it is not but wasn't when I called and got screens of instructions on how to fix it. Just go to apps/settings/mother/declaw/institutional insominia/big Bob's internet bar and if all this fails shake the computer from left to right. Fuck computers.  The nothing that I am saying would be just as pertinent written by hand, or not written for that matter. Fuck everybody. I am going back to sleep and turning off my phone. Of course I will not be able to sleep and will be back here in 10 minutes, scrubbing the bowels of my mind for something to say that looks as if it might be coherent thought there's no way it is because I am way beyond coherence now. I am in space. I am on the multi-net. I am, I think delerious.