I am not a very good wait-er. Checking my email every 10 minutes to see if her draft has arrived is damaging to my psyche, not to mention I'd be better off practicing the cello, which I don't want to do either.
I'm wondering how I dug myself into this fix with a teaspoon.
So there's a concert this Sunday, and I've been numbed into this state of apathy and inertia where no one can convince me that anything matters.
I regress into angst when tired.
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