I've been watching a lot of Parks and Recreation and doing a lot of internal whining and external smiling lately but in the process re-edited a years-old novel back into shape.
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| In a moment of weakness, I had my dad cut ten years' worth of hair |
Friday took a bad turn at work, where my take-away was mainly to try and be a better person, but later that night someone else pumped me up into getting back into writing storms.
I've been having a tough time at work, with a lot of it having to do with not really being able to write anymore, but there are several things like my friends and co-workers and happy laid-back lunches and talking to people all over the world and traveling to different places all over the world that somehow all makes it a 7.5.
But there be days I wish I could just chuck it all and consume plants and live in a cabin in a sparse forest with no crickets and good Internet connection. And a tub of cream cheese and raw salmon and raw tuna and some Fita crackers and a duffel bag filled with the heads of all the people who have stood in my way of getting in said cabin, Kill Bill-stylez. There will be a pleasant breeze, the silence of a thousand deaths, and the subdued buzz of a MacBook Air. These are a few of my favorite things.
I wish we didn't have to earn money. Life's a riot.
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