Writing a novel. Why not? I don’t know. It feels like there isn’t enough time, but that’s bullshit. I have the ideas. Why don’t I write it? Maybe I don’t have the talent or the drive? That’s what I want to do most. But I’m not doing it. Although I think about it constantly. The next step is just to write, say, two hours a night. The next step is to just start doing it. I haven’t taken it because I’m busy wasting my night till morning. I just do other shit and wait for the someday that never comes. I don’t know where I’m at with it, honestly. All ideas, no action. Actually not sure being on tumblr helps me on this. As for number two, that’s just me working on my stand up and I just just don’t give the slightest hint of a fuck right now. I need to have the guts to fail at something big. I got a hail marry to throw but I keep sliding. And sliding for no reason. I need discipline and courage. That’s all. Just those those two enormous things.