Random thoughts, early in the morning.
- I'm not actually addicted to instability. I simply view my life as a series of projects (a classic case of life imitating work). And because projects have, by definition, a discrete beginning and ending point...well, you do the math.

- I may be a Skeptical Mystic for now, but I will be a pantheist forever. God, schmod; the universe is the ultimate reality. Now I understand why I always felt so funny in church when I was a kid. Well, that and the fact that the hymns really did suck. I'm an alto, and all of the good parts went to the sopranos.

- "Writer's block" is a misnomer; it's more like a brick. Stuffed in a garden hose. On a sunny day when the lawn really needs to be watered. I could suck it up and just write about what I did today, what CD is currently in my stereo, who I have a crush on, or what the weather is like. But it would make me feel so cheap, as if I were having a tawdry back-room affair with myself. So I'm holding out for the real deal as long as I possibly can, waiting for that spark and flash of literary illumination that shoots up my spine like a rocket.

I never have to wait long.