WHEW! Writing this post this week feels like pushing a bald tire up a hill with just my nose. It’s true I’m pretty tired from playing some shows (and having real world, human connection public fun!) last week, but I can tell there’s more to my feeling so awkward. I have no illusions of being “The Shit” when it comes to writing, but today my hands are like frying pans on the keyboard. What’s the culprit in my hamstringing? I’m deep into reading a long, and badly written book. I know you are now asking if it’s so bad why the fuck am I reading it?
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