Workbook: September, 2016
- September 30, 2016: midnight in the city of cardboard
- September 29, 2016: The world spins, and spins, and spins.
- September 28, 2016: It's an enjoyable dream.
- September 27, 2016: Aimless, stressed, twitchy.
- September 26, 2016: Red hair, red lips...
- September 25, 2016: Basso profondo...
- September 24, 2016: 21 Laps.
- September 23, 2016: "I want my life to be... different."
- September 22, 2016: I remember moments in the middle.
- September 21, 2016: Day for night.
- September 20, 2016: Steve Smug, network tech...
- September 19, 2016: Blood sugar.
- September 18, 2016: The Dean's yummy teenage daughter chased me around our workspace...
- September 17, 2016: One time on the freeway he apologized for his car.
- September 16, 2016: Bare legs in cowgirl boots, Asian, sees me looking.
- September 15, 2016: "There was just a little blood,"
- September 14, 2016: Interrupter.
- September 13, 2016: No sound.
- September 12, 2016: Nun in white gazes skyward...
- September 11, 2016: Supernarcissisticconsultantegofuck can't stop explaining.
- September 10, 2016: She has a certain jock arrogance.
- September 9, 2016: You've antagonized everyone by arguing with a famous comedian.
- September 8, 2016: Blue Blazer Man digs through his bag.
- September 7, 2016: Let's play "Count the Man Buns!"
- September 6, 2016: The not far distant sky.
- September 5, 2016: My rowbuddy's a big guy with a raging case of sleep apnea.
- September 4, 2016: Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul.
- September 3, 2016: Who is the ghost from limbo patrum,...
- September 2, 2016: In saddles of the leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders.
- September 1, 2016: It was her birthday, once.