Something has been bothering me. I noticed it a while ago. I missed a day in June. I thought I had all my ducks in a row. I guess not. Now it feels like this gaping hole to me because, well, I missed a day. It's not a reason to throw in the towel. Although sometimes I want to.
Take tonight, when I don't feel like writing and I don't feel like I have much to write about. So what to do on a night where you don't feel like doing it? Is it one of those things where you just write anything, like what I am typing right now, and just move on?
I don't know.
In other news, I'm still waiting to hear about this job situation in Utah. I haven't heard back, so. I'm hoping I will. And I think, in some moments, I will hear back and I will get the job. And then in some moments I freak out. And in some moments I think that whatever comes will come and I'll be fine. Which is true, by the way. If I don't get the job, I won't die. So there is that.
And anyway, I feel like the stress has thrown me off. And I keep ending sentences with prepositions. And I still don't feel like writing.
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