welcome to reality, open wounds to your left and a convenience store to your right. along the walls you might find melodramatic inconsistencies, and down the hallway, a so-called dirty bathroom. it has been umpteenth days since I have written, and a lot has gone on. added to my menagerie of capsules and pills are omega-3 (once more!) and B100 complex and etcetera. I am tired and I need to clean my bathtub. as well I need to continue looking for a new appartment. that’s right, darkgoverness, girl genius, has landlord trouble. after having this intruder come into my house like “la-dee-da no one’s home I’ll just let myself in” and not only that but judging my appartment in regards to and in alignment with his OCD standards and obsessions, I have decided to move. as well, my phone line is being messed with, upon what level I do not know, and I am waiting, like a sloth, for a technician to correct this problem as of 1-5 today. it is now 3pm and I see no change, which means I will have to actually get up and do some work, not using this event as an eternal excuse to hover around doing absolutely nothing. also I am on a diet, which makes this work thing a not so exciting ordeal when all my break will be is a bunch of mixed nuts and raisins. they thrilled me for about an hour the other day and now I am over it. really. as well, I am behind in my letter writing and deco making and art projects which someone finally wants to take on consignment and I have collagers-block. lord almighty, this is not the time for that. not only that, but I need more materials. for an artist to buy materials for specific projects and ideas, it is a never-ending endeavour. perhaps instead of doing all of this I can just do a sudoku as my co-habitant has gotten me absolutely addicted to the things. or I could always take the ones I finished or can’t do and make art out of it. ha-ha-. I need to sort papers in this house. argh.
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