Today's Novel Progress: 809 words.
Lately, my mind feels like a radio with a broken dial. I keep getting different signals. Happy, sad, angry, content, paranoid, secure, loving, ostracized, ambitious, apathetic, etcella, etcetella, etcetella. My superego's tinny little voice that's whispering, "it's not supposed to be this way," but that's probably because TV, book, and movie characters don't ever act like that. Unless, of course, they're bloody loonies. Right now, I'm listening to The Beatles' White Album for the same reason 3/4 of the people on this train are wearing headphones: to drown out the other faulty radio between our ears. "Everywhere there's lots of piggies, living piggy lives (snort snort) You can see them out for dinner with their piggy wives..."
PS Am I the only one NOT looking forward to the new Bond film? I don't know, the last one - although extremely well done - just wasn't any fun. The best Bond films all have just a touch of camp, IMHO.