busy busy busy

I only thought yesterday was busy. Yesterday turned out to be one of the busiest days of my life.

I didn’t cry. But it was close a couple of times. And everything worked out okay.

I didn’t write. It still feels almost like the universe is conspiring against me to keep me from writing. (And I say almost to be normal but actually it really, really feels like that. But that can’t be right, can it?)

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