I had half this box filled up with words and then hit a key and boom. All of it gone. I have no idea what I did. And no idea what I had even typed.
Something about Tana, something about raining, something about the dog, something about me and Mema and yesterday, something about how Vanessa Marcil is beautiful, something about how I hate that one Train song so much I want to poke sticks in my ears.
I think that's my cue to go listen to 80s music and read.
I really just want to go to bed.
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