Yesterday around 6 in the evening I’d made myself some fish tacos and just sat down for a movie when a guy called up wanting an appointment for last night. I said I was booked when I very well could have eaten my tacos, gotten dressed, and gone to the space to meet him and make $200.

But I fucking let it go.

Lazy. Stupid.

For too long I have eaten, slept, partied and worked whenever they hell I felt like it. This erratic lifestyle is taking a toll. I am unfocused, unmotivated, and going broke. Something has to change.

Today I drew up this self-imposed schedule:

11 p.m. in bed
7 a.m. get up
7-10 a.m. breakfast, exercise, get dressed
10-noon writing my book and this blog
noon-1...

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