Jack and I go out on Thursdays. We went to a place in Barre between us, it feels more spare than the bar in Montpelier, but it’s closer for him, so that’s good. And I want to support a place open until eleven in barre, that’s just a treasure. 

I’m tired and I considered not writing this post after going out for the night, I thought I’d write it in the morning, but I don’t want to write it in the morning, I’d rather write fiction in the morning. I can write this drivvel at night, I can’t write fiction at night. I seem incapable of it, even if I haven’t been out drinking with Jack beforehand. 

So, you get the drivvel so that the novel isn’t so bad.

sorry.