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Sometimes, when I've been spending days staring at the same manuscript and hours listening to the dog tied up outside bark and bark and bark and bark and bark through his muzzle, I just want to grab my sunglasses, jump out of my chair so fast I leave it spinning, and race down the stairs and out onto the street that leads directly to the bay, you know, that thing with the waves and the gulls and the kites and the grass and the bridges and the sailboats floating like crisp white napkins folded all fancy-like and set just so on a slick glass tabletop.
I write this after I realize I've checked my email and this site thirteen times in the last 45 minutes, hoping someone, anyone, has said something, ANYTHING, to divert my attention from the all-consuming boredom that is eating away at my soul the way an old lady's cats eat her face because they ran out of food after she up and died weeks and weeks ago and nobody thought to stop by and check on her.
I have pictures to post and creative projects to craft, but nothing nothing nothing at all to say. *sigh*
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