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I know how to live life when I am wearing a hoodie at a bonfire.

I think I am about done with creative writing for today. I put in a little over 1,000 words. Faulkner had a tip to stop writing when you are still feeling good so it's not as torturous and you have a good feeling to come back and write again. Once the Mirtazapine and white tea hit I should really be focusing on winding down for the night versus creative productivity. A blog post doesn't really matter yet it kind of settles me. I like this idea of de-gunking myself. A walk or a lift does a similar thing but it's night time. I haven't lifted in quite a while because I am nervous about the hernia I acquired. I don't know if it was from work or lifting or singing or something else.

The clear play now is to continue reading Moby Dick by Mellville.

But, not quite yet. I don't really have a whole lot to write about. I am still anxious about work and life. I am just an anxious guy. I don't know how to get through it except for just surviving through it.

Protomartyr, Emma Ruth Rundle, and Chelsea Wofle have new albums out. I am trying to play catch up with some listens.

I am trying to decide if I want to take electric bass lessons or piano lessons. Both have reasons for and against. It's kind of a close one actually. I have decided I want a musical facet in my life besides just listening to music.

Reading is going just fine. Writing is a little more difficult. The characters are great but there is no plot. I just keep writing these scenes hoping something will happen.

Simone Weil.