I just wanted to say that I did not leave that hanging with that flashing cursor on purpose as some attempt at a dramatic interlude to tomorrow.
It's just that that is exactly how the recollection has been residing on my taskbar here for the last 10 days, and I thus far have been unable to get past that first sentence of the next paragraph.
Every day, I'll walk up and sit down in front of the computer and maximize that window. Cursor still flashing. Persistent fucker, isn't it?
And every day Ill start typing a few words, then backspace it out and try to start again. Ill invariably minimize it again, burying it, and then Ill walk away.
(ok, well not everyday. Sometimes Ill walk up and then not even sit down before I turn away.)
Anyways, I just thought if I were to put it out there, get it off my taskbar, I would finally be prompted from within to just get it the fuck over with and out from inside of me. I don't want it in here...
Its like a bad roommate. You never would have gone there if you would have had any idea how bad it could have gotten.
Is gotten a word? Feels slang.
I've had a pretty good couple of days though, trying to change the things around me, and I have no plans for tonight other than some more sterilization of my space, and I will put an honest attempt into finishing this.
Not like it really matters to anybody but me, but it matters to me.
It's just that that is exactly how the recollection has been residing on my taskbar here for the last 10 days, and I thus far have been unable to get past that first sentence of the next paragraph.
Every day, I'll walk up and sit down in front of the computer and maximize that window. Cursor still flashing. Persistent fucker, isn't it?
And every day Ill start typing a few words, then backspace it out and try to start again. Ill invariably minimize it again, burying it, and then Ill walk away.
(ok, well not everyday. Sometimes Ill walk up and then not even sit down before I turn away.)
Anyways, I just thought if I were to put it out there, get it off my taskbar, I would finally be prompted from within to just get it the fuck over with and out from inside of me. I don't want it in here...
Its like a bad roommate. You never would have gone there if you would have had any idea how bad it could have gotten.
Is gotten a word? Feels slang.
I've had a pretty good couple of days though, trying to change the things around me, and I have no plans for tonight other than some more sterilization of my space, and I will put an honest attempt into finishing this.
Not like it really matters to anybody but me, but it matters to me.
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New pain for me still sometimes.