Contemplating whether or not I should just delete this whole section for good. Contemplating if I’ll ever write anything that satisfies myself. And while we’re at it, what the hell am I doing here wasting my time.
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Today is a Murphy’s Law kind of day. I want to put a hole through the wall. But that would be highly disadvantageous because the dolts next door are playing their music pretty fucking loudly; if the hole went through it’d be louder. So much for the 21 quiet hours.
I am sitting here listening to the singing voice of a brilliant man who died too early.
There is a fucking sliver of plastic stuck inside my skin. I don’t know how it got there. Too small to pull out with my nails. Can’t see it unless I adjust it at an angle for the light to bounce off. Tweezers snipped off the head, now I don’t think I’ll ever get it out. Man, fuck.
And I have too much other shit to finish.