i spent twenty five hours glued into this uncomfortable corner of my couch
hunched over a macbook, which i'm now fairly proficient in using out of necessity. i got a thumb drive, which to most people wouldn't be a big deal, but i think it's bitchin. i'm halfway through my set goal in stellar, stellar time; and i think i'm comfortable with what i'm doing and how i'm doing it, i've got my hands clasped on either side of the word &i'm going to hold on for as long as i can. (however everywhere else in my life is all warped and i hope to be making a honorable retreat in order to gain some mental stability, and hell; dicipline)
it's funny to me that i had this goal to just tackle this project with a title in mind, which actually metaphorically applied to what i was in fact doing, but i guess that's what gave me the experience enough that i could explain all the complicated arm contortions& the proper way to bend your knees.
my typewriter has been rendered, out of commission; he was an outstanding piece of machinery, and in alot of ways, i blame myself for running him into the ground. I'm looking for a replacement, the constant hail of metal on paper is a comforting and inspiring noise, it helps me keep pace with myself. DIL, it was real.
conflicting progress is still progress though right?
it's funny to me that i had this goal to just tackle this project with a title in mind, which actually metaphorically applied to what i was in fact doing, but i guess that's what gave me the experience enough that i could explain all the complicated arm contortions& the proper way to bend your knees.
my typewriter has been rendered, out of commission; he was an outstanding piece of machinery, and in alot of ways, i blame myself for running him into the ground. I'm looking for a replacement, the constant hail of metal on paper is a comforting and inspiring noise, it helps me keep pace with myself. DIL, it was real.
conflicting progress is still progress though right?