this inbetween thing raises lots of questions. like, why didn't i get the job i wanted? will i have to take this other job i don't really want? what would happen if my tv was taken away from me? was it meant to be that i can't have a cat?
or the most interesting of them all: why don't i have all those rolls of film processed that are piling up at my desk ever since the jake lent me his camera? is it fear, ignorance, or that i just can't be bothered?
and why don't i get my ass up to finally write whatever it is i'm going to say on tomorrow's show? i even wrote a blog entry to prevent me from doing it.