I don’t really know what I want to do right now.
I get a lot done, and Saturday is a good reset.
But my headspace has been small for a while, and I’m going to dedicate an hour a day ex-Sat to the creative arts: namely, poetry && photography.
My therapist recommended games to me instead of art, but she’s fat, middle-aged, crude, and brainless.
I don’t want to say the word “former drug user”. Yes, that is one word.
What else kud it be?
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I’m so smart.
Holy fuck I’m smart.
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I don’t know what to say.
Thanks for reading.
(This was wholly unsatisfactory).
As Steam destroys the computer game industry, soul-by-soul.
Right…
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The neighbors are very sensitive.
I do yin yoga, and I’m going to go for a weekly hike-walk (it’s in between) and after the walk, do my weightlifting. Or one. Or the other.
Cop sirens nearby, in the distance, frequently. About 3 times a day.
I guess California is a “combat state”.
Not to be confused w/Combat Baby by Metric.
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I frequently doubt my utility as a family member. But I think that is external influence, not my family hating me.
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Too many implications. I suppose in educated environments, inferential logic probably is appreciated andorneverwelcomes welcomed.
What kud it be?
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I give up.
This was wholly unsatisfactory.
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