word count 8245. I started out hating everything i was writing but then I got into it and now i feel good again about this whole writing a novel thing.
At home I was feeling good. I’d been wanting to quit that job almost since I started and now all the reasons to stay evaporated. I lied down on my bed and thought why not do whatever I want for the rest of my life? And I couldn’t think of a single reason why not.
When I awoke, it was the nighttime. I listened to the twelve or so messages Jake had left me in the last three days and then I went downstairs to the bathroom and smiled at myself in the mirror. Why did my life suddenly seem full of possibilities? I located my roommate’s clippers and I shaved my head. Then I took a shower and went to go see Sad Fingers play at Doughertys.