First up, some srs bsns.
Started scribbling away in my paper journal today, in order to get myself back on-track from a kinda sorta implosion yesterday. Yesterday I got lost, damp, self-sabotaging. Inertial through and through. Today's for moving and shaking. Today's a border for hoppin'. 11 hours and it's tomorrow, and the weekend, AND next year.
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