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SSSSSSSSTRESSSSSED. MOTHERFUCKIN. OUT.
It's all in my head, I know. But still: cramps, job, planning a trip to China, dirty house, cats who mistake clean towels, rugs, window sills, and the washer for their litterbox/vomit receptacle, roommates who say they'll clean the house and then don't, haven't seen Katie in over a week, overdue movies, can't seem to sit down long enough to write... etc. You know how it is.
Fuck it. I should go grocery shopping. Something about buying coffee, bread, olives, and other necessities always calms me down.
It's all in my head, I know. But still: cramps, job, planning a trip to China, dirty house, cats who mistake clean towels, rugs, window sills, and the washer for their litterbox/vomit receptacle, roommates who say they'll clean the house and then don't, haven't seen Katie in over a week, overdue movies, can't seem to sit down long enough to write... etc. You know how it is.
Fuck it. I should go grocery shopping. Something about buying coffee, bread, olives, and other necessities always calms me down.