There's this weird knot on my wrist that hurts. Hello hypochondriac self.
Its funny, yet again I say that I want things to be steady but I'm getting bored with my daily schedule. At least rehearsal starts next week. LINES LINES LINES.
"Tis not a year or two shows us a man
They are all but stomachs and we all but food.
They eat us hungerly and when they are full,
they belch us."
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