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I have some drafts again, guys. Last night’s was epic and then I got focus-deprived when I realized I had no idea where the fuck our ballots are, and I despise criticizing people for things I plan on failing to do (voting being one). So I looked and looked and saved my many thousands again for a draft I might instruct to be revealed upon my death. Then I went to bed because that is one thing I am best at, passing out. I never found the ballots, btw.
Maybe it’s the weed maybe it’s the caffeine, all I know is venti cloud macchiato is sitting near me and I drink and I drink and I am still no more awake than I was an hour ago, which is what I was looking to solve, the waning exhaustion that is.
I do this thing sometimes where I write to myself. Not to you guys, not to anyone else, but myself. I do it with Facebook, I do it here, I do it with text messages that never get sent. I keep shitty notes for posterity as some are just shitty posterior moments.
But I am still writing and most of my writing is on prolific 3-5 paragraph editorial comments because it is rare when less than 500 words can convey a point adequately. Sometimes you can, but sometimes nope, not possible and I despise cutesy little one liners which say nothing. I also tend to use articles and supporting information in my points, which is also unusual. Hmmm. So many ideas, so little time.
It’s Friday. Right now it is Friday. Don is asleep for the night to be up in three hours. I am less than 30 minutes from done. Things are changing and all for the better where we are. May may may is here and June is just around the bend. Happy Spring to us all!
