Waking up at 5:30 to write, trying to choreograph a botched threesome in a way that can be "taken seriously" as "literary fiction," and then just reading a NYT article about The Canyons. Rounding out the ten o clock hour with Our Lady of the Flowers.
Hanging out with people/choosing sexual partners as a means of compensating for your vast inadequacy.
Men who give me career advice.
How life feels terrifying and "dream-like" in precisely the same manner as Inside Edition.
How, in college, I would get really high and watch the "ritual" scene in Eyes Wide Shut where Tom Cruise says "Fidelio" over and over until I passed out.