Everything's Fucked

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ell, it’s obvious that I’m not going to get anything out today. I wanted to write about John the Evangelist—it’s his saint’s day—but things really aren’t working out. The situation here isn’t conducive to writing; I have a couch in the living room (for which I’m paying a small fortune) and people talk here and watch tv and so on and so forth. I’ve got the bandage around my ears, but it doesn’t help much. Maybe tomorrow.