Better? Than this dazzling plot?
I have made a habit of staying up late reading English homework (and not actually doing it) and just ending up writing silly things that usually open with a line from a Broadway song that is running through my head at the moment. But they tend to sort of relate...whimsically...cryptically...to life as we know it...as I know it...
My body is stressed. My body is tired. It's telling me to stop what it is I'm doing, shut down, take a nap, curl into a ball, read some silly French mountaineering book, arrest the pondering process, discontinue the jarring of leg joints. Stop feeling disappointed and frustrated in things you have no control over.
If you didn't WANT me, why did you PICK me, and then choose to make me feel bad about it? You always do this, mind you. Silly artsy folk.
I think I fall under the silly artsy folk category.
But I think I stand with at least one or two toes in a more practical category.
I think that is why there is always so many ideas pushing and shoving and being generally impolite in my brain at any given moment. Maybe this is why I can't focus on English homework. Maybe this is why I can't even focus on sleeping.
Is there a button, somewhere, to press? Is it marked clearly? Is it color-coded? Does it make a satisfying beeping noise, and will I know it when I hear it? Will things suddenly be clearer, warmer, richer, solid? Solid.
Solid.
Solid.
Solidity. Strength. Comfort.
Enough with the adjectives- get on with the verbs.
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