aaaaaaaaghhh.
I guess I wanted academic flagellation. I guess I wanted that.
Everyone's getting sick, and crazy. I want the weekend all the time. I have no focus. I have a future somewhere, bearing down on me and telling me to finish creating a resume. Surely there's a job I can find somewhere. What's happening this summer? I want free time, but I'm only this interested when I'm under pressure to do other things. When I go outside the inside of my nose freezes and thaws every second.
But somewhere inside I prefer it this way. Chaos makes functioning more fulfilling.
winter. chicago.
there's a (quick, incoherent) update.
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