“Fickle is the mind that rests here”… I’m currently carving this into
my headboard.
Out of nowhere, in the middle of the long, long night, my squirrely brain turned on me. Anxiety chomped down
on the old psyche and wouldn’t let up for hours.
Why, you may I ask?
See the fickle warning above.
Now, where did I leave that stupid chisel?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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