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What’s to be done?

  • Writer: Rae
    Rae
  • Nov 26, 2019
  • 1 min read

Take hot baths. Read a fuckton of Scott E Fitzgerald. Make meatballs. Drive. Breathe.

Over the past two days I’ve had a combination of “Be Our Guest” (Beauty & the Beast) and “Joyful Joyful” (Sister Act 2)

blaring incessantly in my head and nothing I do will get any of it out.

I do things and I see no definable reason for doing them other than to keep myself employed with a roof over my head. Maybe it is just a funk. I don’t know. I’ve shut off my photo slideshow.

I feel like any minute things could shatter and I just keep on catching the bottle before it hits the ground. 



 
 
 

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