Sometimes I feel like everything moves too fast. Not important stuff, really, just everyday life. The day is gone before I get half of the things done I needed to, and I am so tired by the time I get home that I don't feel like doing anything at all. Maybe my brain is just slightly melted from the ungodly heat today, and I will be fine after a nice dinner and a glass of wine.
I also know that I have a lot of writing to do. I need to restring my guitar and I have a few songs that are in need of playing. Maybe I should at least give that an hour before throwing this day into the hamper with my dirty clothes. Maybe I will.
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