Occasionally, after eating a decadent chocolate something or other, I am easily roused from deep slumber only to find myself whirling in and out of incessant brain activity. Below is half of a series of pesky thoughts that kept me up late last night: funding myself as an artist
cats in capes
pitching my novel
buying land
white clothing
revamping this website
cheese curds, rather, how they stick to my intestines
work work
perfect handstand form
building a greenhouse
singing with parrots
raising chickens
fleeing to Indonesia
learning Chinese
the history of parcheesi
suburban houses and people
food sold in box form
maintain versus sustain