Moody
It’s a bad day.
In a series of fine and good lazy days, I can have one. I get to. I get to be pissed off and wallow and wonder and worry and take all my aggression out on Zuko’s toys that litter the floor and scrub the sink while cussing caffeine and look disgusted out the window at the rain and NOT want to sign a contract and NOT want to go to the audition and NOT want to work or do anything ever. again.
Portland is no good and Charlotte is no good. Neither of them work for my future, but one of them has to work because my future is HAPPENING and I’m too broke and too busy cultivating self-pity to do anything about it.
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HINOTW.
And yet, every place is the same place. All places are one place.
Choose one that makes you smile more than not, and on a sunny afternoon breathe a breath of mint tea over it. The petals will unfurl and show you even more lovely visions of possibilities.