i saw the poet yesterday. we had a nice conversation about writing, etc. he’s extremely in tune. like, he knew right away yesterday that i wasn’t feeling well in the morning and kept coming back to see me all day. we talked about forming a writing group. that would be cool. i have been working on my latest story. it’s all i can do from now on. that is where my energy should be spent.

btw. he’s married. but i can see he’s becoming a friend to me. which i need right now. a decent man as a friend.

i am making a book in blurb right now. it’s the only thing i can think to do. i’m pretty much in shock.