holy crap, it's been one fucking short day. how much work have i done today? close to none. i'm distressed. my mind is crowded.
piece of poooooo.
ok i need to get out of my room. maybe i'll go practise or somethin.
"If music be the food of love, then play on/Give me excess of it, that,/The appetite may sicken, and so die." -Shakespere, Twelfth Night
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