*the swell of appreciation at my
haughtiness/sarcasm is alarming if not totally non-existent*
In a bit of a foul mood this morning so please excuse any disagreeables
I might chunk out there. Duck and cover might be a wise strategy. Employ it
often.
Carrying on…
Not only did I not write a single word yesterday, I spared not a glance
at my computer. (How the world didn’t end at this, I don’t know.)
I family-ed myself into something of a blurry delirium instead. Talking
so much to people other than my dog, my mother or my psychiatrist is not only
weird and exhausting, it’s a bit quaking on my poor psyche as well. (Think San
Francisco on a see-saw.)
Anyhow, during all this family-ing I tried my best to take mental notes
on the intrinsic push and pull all families weather through daily. I tried to
jot down any dynamics that could be put to use in my Six Brothers project
idling at the curb…
But despite these grandiose efforts, I got nothing.
Zilch.
Nada times two.
I simply came out with squatters in my bones.
How is my life real?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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