I don’t know how it happens, really. My room turns into a pit in less than five days. Worse than before I cleaned it up. It’s all so futile.

So it is literally 1°F outside right now. I did not realize how happy long underwear can make a man in such adverse conditions, but now that I don’t have any, I am in need. I went to Marshall Fields and Lord & Taylor and they had nothing. That’ll teach me to ignore winter.

I have been in an existential haze lately, what with all this free time and all. I have no desire to face the future right now, and yet I realize that that’s what I’m going to have to do: just take the bull by the horns and make my plans.

We will start from the beginning, as always, I suppose.