I have stacks and stacks of books I can’t seem to open. I have pages and pages of stories I can’t seem to finish. I have a Bible I move from backpack to chair to desk that isn’t read. I have graduate schools I haven’t applied to. I have boxes I haven’t unpacked. I have a French class I didn’t go to yesterday. I have a blog I can’t seem to post on. I am jobless.

Last night I drank two cups of coffee, played video games for two hours, opened a book and then closed it.

In the morning I’ll write a two page story about a guy who’s friend always gets him into trouble. In the afternoon I’ll go to my writing classes. In the evening I’ll return home and eat dinner.

Maybe then I’ll know what I’m doing.