Awesoooome. Perhaps a struggle, poised with creativity that seems to play with words… beneath the utmost tranquility of soul, shouting from behind, slapping outright your face, and cheering you up to go get a life. Writers have their own. Speak from the heart.
Wake up early. Go back to sleep for 5 hours until it’s early afternoon. Aimlessly look for jobs online. Think about applying until they ask for a cover letter. Check your credit card balance. Check your bank account balance. Wish you were better at managing your money. Wish you made more money.
Think about cutting your nails. Decide to wash the dishes but put it off to keep looking at the Internet. Think about how you have been meaning to vacuum your apartment for at least a month and still haven’t. Wonder if you never vacuum it if it would soon just be a sea of cat hair, cat nails, cat litter, and crumbs.
Smoke weed. Go out to pick up provisions at the Hispanic market across the street from your apartment. Almost get hit by the urban drivers who don’t stop. Be unsure how to respond to the clerk’s…
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