Monday, January 5

I'm still so fucking excited I can justify cursing.

A quiet, internal cursing. Bursting emotion. Repeated blasts.

Blogging while in bed. Welcome, 21st century.

Hoping that I can release feelings onto the keyboard into the 'net. So it's out of me. So it's recorded. Archived.

Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. And some mo'.

How can I sleep when I'm wandering around. It's uncomfortable excitement.

Can't sit still. Lay quiet. Breathe slow.

Good night, night. Hello, morning.

Again, I'm starving for some attention from a nice sandwich.

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