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[butterflydreaming]

God, what day is it? What month? (Retorical!) I think I might be tilting back to some kind of equilibrium. Everything seems a little more relevant than it did yesterday, and I'm not thinking of burning down buildings while I walk away without looking back... or thinking about having nowhere to go.

(D, I know you won't understand that the right way, but by now, you should.)

Listening to Rash Records freebie. Nothing is a keeper, yet. I just like listening some new music. RR is how I found The Poems. I can think of worse things than being doomed to love obscure bands.

My hands hurt today. It's not comfortable to type. Still, I have pages to transcribe, if I'm not going to be producing anything new... not sure what I'm working on today.

Hot today. I didn't (again) get a haircut. The kitchen towels still need to be washed. Thoughts keep wriggling away; I thought I had something else.

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[adventurat]

*hugs*

Why do your hands hurt?

[butterflydreaming]

I was really sick over the weekend; it might be left over from that. It feels like swollen/stiff joints.

{leans into hug}