Well. How to start this. I’m noticing blimpses of my old writing tact returning. Not much, but enough. Enough to start. I was very entertaining as a writer. In college. When I had a job in a Drosophila lab and went home–ugh this music is so distracting. What was I saying?
Books. Books about computers. Computers about books. Laying there, uninterested in the scene. Something gets shoved somewhere. I take Citrucel and chamomile tincture (non-alcoholic) for my indigestion/bloating for now. I ordered some Pepto-Bismol should get here today. Recommended a proton pump inhibitor (read: a biochemical antacid–protons in liquid phase = acid (is that not fascidnating?)) by my physician, but independent research (and not even much) states that that increases the plasma concentration of escitalopram. Sort of like drinking!
Sent msg to psychochiatrist. No reply–out of office (OOO). Pecs weak. Wrinkly torso. Getting fat. Getting fat.
It’s not just, what I was going to say, what I was going to say, it’s not just the clarity and message of my writing. It’s not just about what I want to say. It is also about the musicality and artfulness fartfulness of the writing. And sometimes, recently, it has been there. You’re probably very confused.
With my statements.
As they are wantonly false.
The next great ninja.
Amazon replaced my broken SD cards within the blink of an eye, without me even sending them back the broken ones. And one of the broken ones, well, they’re not broken, they’re corrupt! Which is so much more fun. You get to plug it in and watch the chaos shitstorm of errors and warnings pop up. Linux.
Did not did not did not drink not drink last night. Did not!
Does Kimbra quinn do all her own vocals?
“Inb4u” or some such. Not sure.
Very hungry for breakfast. Must play the citar before anyone shows up. The pork is roast and the grapes are dire. I have no hope. My music is lost.
Whoa. S-s-suddenly all highlighting is red. (Cherry red-orange.) I haven’t used Chrome in a while, but good novel web design really fruits my tuits. Lava lava lava, yes, I do enjoy a good use of the CSS language. Who does not.
I don’t have much student loan left. I paid most of it off. Left a little in case something something Biden partial forgiveness etc. etc.
And if not–I guess coronavirus will just permanently in effect do the same thing? *shrugs like a baby*
Well. I should probably go itt brickfist. But like I said with the indigestion. It makes it hard 2 food. Even hard 2 good frood. What painful existence. So short, so brief, the pining for forthhood. Albeit scrum, some dumplings, later, wouldn’t want anything less.
Yeah well my tact may return eventually. That would be sorely nice. To have an art to the writing.
Apparently the pet cat is dying of a cold. Hmm. Mom’s worried. That’s it?
More later. Must explore the food options.