Waiting on a green scout t-shirt to come in the mail and not allowing too much silence, sometimes I pick up books and flip to the opening chapter, but I cannot proceed so I boil water and watch it clear butter from the bottoms of plates and unclog the sink, in this mood I would in the past have drunk myself to sleep, but this is among somewhat forgotten tendencies, and there is a desire to visit the ocean, a desire but not a will... I will try to read the one about New Orleans, or the one about birds.
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