All I can think to say at the moment is
don’t work so hard at it.
By the way, did you seize anything?
And did it open up?
Okay, there’s the time thing. Like
never being late.
I just sneezed like my father at those two
dogs howling on the first floor.
What if I woke up and found out
I was wrong? Or that it’s not worth it?
I think we should do something
every day that means absolutely nothing.
I mean pick a time and a place, and
print it out and everything.
Be fine with being late. Make
everyone else uptight.
Because it sort of gives you an
advantage, right?
I’m going to wear this shirt again.
Even after everything that’s done’s been done.
