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Stood in the driveway barefoot and shirtless playing classical guitar in the sweltering heat after work today. No one can ever hang out, mostly because of mismatching work schedules, so I've learned to pass the time by expressing my insanity outwardly with gestures of the aforementioned type. As soon as the heat dies down, I fully intend to devote myself entirely to creative products as I once had: I shall paint my own clothes once more, design fonts, write songs, write stories, and absorb what I can from the wealth of literature around me.