Learn to write real good!

Gutted darkroom for 2 hours. Bad foundation wall. Spoke to sister on phone for 1 hour. She said I might not be an intellectual, and I am good with that. I told her about wanting to be a writer and wanting to be in a group that critiques each other. I don’t remember what she said about that. I told her I thought I had a certain “genius.” Then I changed it to “sub-genius.” She warned me not to get “too cute.” I think being “almost cute” would go well with my current mental state: “almost happy.” Actually she didn’t say any of that.

This afternoon I will take a load to the landfill and put out the recycling. Then rip out more of the darkroom.