I just wrote my one-hundredth five-syllable sonnet. I guess that’s an achievement. I stopped writing them for a while because I didn’t feel like writing poetry, nor do I really have a good place to write poetry anymore. It’s hard writing poetry from your bedroom, you know?

The last 25 sonnets have some bad ones in there, I think because I had to just get them out. Write down the crap so something good will come out.

Anyway, I did that. It’s 2am and I can’t sleep again. It was a bad idea buying soda. But I loooove soda.

Oh, and I am in love with Bon Iver’s album, For Emma, Forever Ago. I didn’t pay much attention to it when I first got it, but there’s just something in my mood lately, coupled with this album, that makes it shine so much. It’s really beautiful. “Flume” and “Skinny Love” are my favorite tracks. I wish I could sit in my room in Wisconsin and dream up something this good. Instead I sit in my Boise bedroom writing about it at 2am.

I ought to get out more often, you think?