I don't have any silly goals for the year 2009, or at least I have no goals to fit in one year's time. But I do need to get back into a rhythm of writing, for school and for other reasons. I have been lazy for the past couple years in this regard. Writing requires free mornings, coffee, much reading, and it eats your thoughts all day long. The old famous writers were drunkards because sometimes writing can whittle you down like the pencil if you really give it everything you got. It's like the caged birds that tear out all their feathers because they feel the need to do something that they aren’t capable of doing in a cage. How's that for melodrama.

The kid sitting next to me on the airplane took off his shoes during the flight.