I have a lot of other things that are occupying my thoughts.
And plus I've been reading Naked Lunch with some friends and it has been irritating me.
Typically when my reading suffers my writing suffers.
And unfortunately I don't feel like I'm thriving with Burroughs. Oh well.
I have all kinds of thoughts still floating around about historical ontology, theory of action, habits, and so on. All kinds of messes to sort thanks to Foucault, Hacking, Smith, Collingwood, Scarry, so on.
I don't have to patience right now.
I need to be more concerned with the basic aspects of my life right now. I can't deal with philosophical thinking in depth right now. The basics are in turmoil. I can't afford to spend a lot of time thinking abstractly.