"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I made cookies to aid me through my apparently nightly cry. I listened to Bon Iver while I made them and at some point I stopped crying. The debate is whether I get upset because I care a lot or if I get upset because I'm bored. I ate a lot of cookie dough.
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