Friday morning. I woke up on the floor again. I remember at some point in the night moving there because the pain was keeping me awake. The hardness of the floor is a relief. Camping pad and blankets, cold floor and plenty of space to sprawl and roll. I wake up better from the floor, the lower back is better from it. Neutralized. I like picking the blankets up and putting them away. No one slept here.

I made the ultrablackcoffee and sipped it on the balcony. It’s a sharp wakeup, standing out there in underwear and a t-shirt. The warmth of sleep gets blasted off. It’s like an acid bath. Rust removal chamber.  If a person wonders how small his penis can get, winter balcony is the right way.

I teach today. I’ll look them in the eyes. Then I have PT. I’m giving a talk at an open mic on campus at 11, my subject is Shitty Music and the Ruination of the Cool. It’ll be a real rant.