@2:54 AM Spent Sunday on my bed, on a chair, inside Starbucks, then on my bed again, and then on a chair again, tucked in with my desk. Paragraphs lighted by natural light is a pleasure to read versus the screen to which I stare day in and day out. With so many books and magazines in my room, almost all never opened, some still wrapped in plastic, wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to log out of the digital slavery then read in real life.

Whatever; today I definitely need to complete the Lana Del Ray album review. Because I sense my competition has arrived. I am a very competitive writer.