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The First Thing I Think About When I Wake Up Most Mornings Is The Fact That I'm Tired. I Have Been Tired For Decades. I Am Tired In The Morning And I Am Tired While Becalmed In The Slough Of The Afternoon, And I Am Tired In The Evening, Except Right When I Try To Go To Sleep.

I Think The Real Reason Is That Life Has No Meaning. I Mean, No Obvious Meaning. You Wake Up, You Go To Work, You Do Stuff. I Think Everybody's Always Looking For Something A Little Unusual That Can Preoccupy Them And Help Pass The Time.

There's A Marvelous Sense Of Mastery That Comes With Writing A Sentence That Sounds Exactly As You Want It To. It's Like Trying To Write A Song, Making Tiny Tweaks, Reading It Out Loud, Shifting Things To Make It Sound A Certain Way... Sometimes It Feels Like Digging Out Of A Hole, But Sometimes It Feels Like Flying. When It's Working And The Rhythm's There, It Does Feel Like Magic To Me.

I Don't Like Hiking With Convicts Carrying Machetes.

I Remember Thinking That A Girdle Was Barbaric, And That Never In A Million Years Would I Treat Myself Like A Sleeping Bag Being Shoved Into A Stuff Sack. Never! Instead, I Would Run Marathons And Work Out And Be In Perfect Shape And Reject The Tyranny Of The Girdle Forever.