i can't be bothered to cook in my parents' house. it's so boring, so obvious, been done to many times by my mom -- that'd be a sad reason for my not wanting to, to take up that mantle, but i think it is. 

i'm working on this piece for bomb about zulawski and i think i've been wrestling with the lack of an idea. the most horrendous writing wrangles are all because of trying to build something out of nothing. i'm good with words but they're awfully flimsy on their own.