and all of a...

sudden, a torrent of choices--unbelievable! Don't know where to look first, but does it matter?
Yesterday, Philip Roth movie---not great, a little overstated, but brought up some very interesting points about writing---the allowing of oneself to create--could really relate to that. Afterwards, did not get into Labyrinth, so picked up laundry and returned to the apartment. Then seized by tiredness
(not fatigue) spent the rest of the evening, very restless, two walks, one as far as 84th street and Amsterdam, I would say that atleast seven of the ten bars I passed were pretty crowded, still could have gone in if I had wanted to, find that beer is putting pressure on my stomach---anyway, found the Voice, returned to apartment, had trouble sleeping, much putting things together, then  began today, full of a frenetic vision of what must be done. Will go to Seminar tonight, hope I am not too tired to
do something when it is over, hope it is viable, really don't have much desire to go, hope I will not be
"preached" to. Report to follow......