Of Writing and Wrath

13,381 Days Alive

I had a bad day.

A very bad day.

I’m pissed off and can’t talk about why.

I got maybe four hundred words written tonight. Not enough, but more than zero.

I did Duolingo, played on Finch. Takes with J and Chelé.

But gods do I feel like I’m drowning.

I’m going to go meditate lest I clench my jaw in my sleep and wake up with a worse tension headache than I have now.

Take your meds, folks.

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