Well, the experiment with my morning schedule was a complete failure. Apparently I need a lot more than 20 minutes of stumbling around time. I got to work at 10. Gots to figure out a different time to write.
posted by zen imbecile at 2:49 AM
Boy. You spend years working on your shit. Your insecurities, anxieties, emnities, and all the other ities you've carried around since childhood. You read and meditate. Take lots of deep breaths. Think you've got 'em licked. And then you have a kid and they all come flooding back to you as if your ego were pregnant and its water just broke ... all over your psyche.
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