There’s nothing to do as a poet. I have to attend workshops and slams to network but fuck that. And publishing is finished / B&N has bugs. So there’s just web design, reading, and game design to work on. I don’t want to do that. So there’s nothing to do.

There’s nothing to do. I feel terrible.

QED.

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