I’ve started writing again in these short bursts, like getting pregnant and then quickly making the (your right) choice to abort.

Or actually, some of it is one continuous work that I add to, bit by bit, piece by piece. Most of it is, actually. So. Some other, different metaphor, whatever.

I’ve started reading again. That’s the ticket, I think.

It’s crazy how many times I have to learn certain things.

1. sobriety takes work, do the work, and you won’t be miserable
2. If you read, eventually you’ll write
3. trying to make a profit doing what you love ruins what you love
4. you’ll feel better after you take a shower

All this shit I know by now, if someone asked me, I’d tell them. But I forget it for myself, like I’m so outlier to life. Outlier, like that guy that eats spiders.

Idk.

I can’t find my vape. It’s hell in this brain rn.