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fuck im cranky cranky cranky cranky this hangover all over me sitting through four hours of dribble drabble with strong up and down creative outbursts, well contained and fallen out the bottom by the days end. once ths sun dissipated all moods unravelled and fuck fuck cranky cranky not wanting to have anything to do with myself or anyone. fitz is depressing me, and now a pile of food i do not want and i forever the orchestrator I already feel like running away from all responsibility want to feel like a child again for a while. i suppose im lucky i havent felt this way in a while. going to write every day for the next ten days and feel good.