I want to write but I am tired and irritable. I have a thousand thoughts on a hundred essays swirling in my brain, but each time I try to pull a cohesive idea together it falls apart before I get settled into it.

When I am writing, I am peaceful. When I am unable to sink myself into that warm and soothing place, I feel disjointed and scattered.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.


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