I kicked myself into the shower. Maybe the hot, strong gush of water hitting my face will clear my mind of matters, parochial, perennial or whatever. It didnt! Thoughts were flying in from everywhere and every drop of water hitting me seems to carry with it some weird idea or thought.
It all came to naught. By the time i changed in tomy sch u, it all disappeared and i was only dreading sch.
Somehow or another, the urge to just blog in the morning seems paramount to anything else.
Queer
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