Feeling this icon tbh
Noted cognitive pollutant press bodies have been causing irritation and stress, and my workout wasn't great (apparently this is because I started off with running, which uses up all of something, but also my mp3 player had no battery left and the foot straps on the rowing machine weren't working properly and I overslept), so I have retaliated by refusing to be practical (not enough time for editing and not enough brain for book plotting, anyway); so I've just crawled up inside the book I'm reading and done something I haven't done in ages, ie, refuse to stop reading even when I'm walking. It's bad manners; I don't care. I am equal to the task, I have been since I was a child, I REFUSE TO CONNECT WITH REALITY, goodbye.