No writing yesterday. Hardly any writing for weeks, not since I finished "In the Flat Field" while I was still in Birmingham. That has to change tomorrow. Yesterday, I read over what I'd written so far on "Untitled Psychiatrist No. 3," and it seemed solid enough. So, I'll get back to it tomorrow. But not today. Today is my goddamn birthday, and the world can go hang.
The weather is shit, as it is more often than not on May 26th in Providence, Rhode Island. Currently, it's 55˚F and rainy. In Birmingham it's 80˚F and sunny.
Last night, we watched James Mangold's Logan, which I really adored. It might even be the best superhero film ever. It's certainly in the Top 5.
Happy Birthday to Me,