Losing track of the days is easier than it sounds
Monday is gone.
Sunday - Gone.
Saturday - same. Gone, gone, gone.
I did things on those day, but it’s hard to write about. And it’s hard to write about because for the last year, it seems, I have been writing with a keyboard perched on my lap. I’ve begun not caring to write on the computer because it is uncomfortable.
And so what?
It’s physically uncomfortable for me to write on the computer. I do enough things that are uncomfortable, so why add to it?
Lawyers who want more than I am being sued for to defend me. Really? That’s the last fucking straw.
FTW.
Ujtil I can be comkl;zsdf;ioudhkl;agghg AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !
Really fuck tryingt to write with a keyboard balanced on my lap.
Fuck this shit.
I mean just completely.
I’m outt’a here until further notice.
