This holiday break is a moss anxiety growing over thing. DREADFEST. Donapos;t know. Little bits of great things (good lunches, dinner party, going out for sushi like proper date style, Paper Rad, talking to Leslie) but on the whole FUCK just want to kill it. Like someone pulled a blanket over everyone in the house and weapos;re anxious and preoccupied and donapos;t trust each other until the sun goes down. Things are good, but still somehow wrong. And the bass next door drones on, drones on, drones on. Thatapos;s how the whole set of days have felt; like sitting there but one part bristling inexplicably uncomfortable. Like a hangnail. Your whole body can be good, great even -- but thereapos;s that dull thud.
Iapos;ll go running in a while and see if that fixes it. But I donapos;t know, man. This is some oppressive stuff. I donapos;t think my lungs are up to capacity, yet -- I donapos;t think I can run long enough to outrun this gunk.
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