This is T., World War III Fighting Ace
pretending that it's not at all nearing 5 a.m.,
that I'm not at all incapacitated by lack and addition,
that I'm really going to feel as motivated as I did 9 hours ago …
that it's not at all only a matter of my wanting to do what I can't,
wanting to do what seems better in relief than as reality staring me in the face …
Wanting instead really right now just to watch Cabaret again, am I.