Time goes fast. I didn’t realize just for how long I’ve been neglecting everything. I turn around the head and it’s already a week. Then two and three. A month. How can anybody be so distracted. It’s all my doing. For delays are an addiction. One day the cat’s gone lame, the other there are bills to pay, the other mothers are going bonkers over something. Futile matters and my brain can only take so much at one time. I forget to write back, to call back. I lose books I am reading and I have to start new ones. And I’ve been stuck in one of these vicious insomnia-drowsiness-insomnia circles and every schedule’s been pretty much fucked up, as one day I would spend twelve hours sleeping and the next I wouldn’t be sleepy at all. So would end doing all things at the wrong time of the day and now that I’m feeling able to be back to a more regular pace I really have no idea where to start. And there is this thing I’ve been trapped into, and I’m not going into it because it will surely go bad before I know it, that I’ve been forced to work on for the last two three weeks and now that I’m nearly done with it it looks like I gave birth to a monster or worse, to a clownish monster. I said tomorrow I’ll be done with it anyway, and that’s what I’m going to do. This means I still have something to do.