Not there

I make changes to my apartment in my mind. Move this here. Clean out the dresser. Move the computer to the bedroom. I wish these actions would transfer to my body. Some of the tasks I can accomplish myself, others need a hand from someone. I need to get off my duff before the desire dries up. Hopefully my outlook brightens along with the maneuvers.

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Seems like my writing either flows or refuses to budge. Today it is desiccated.

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Miss you dude as do so many others.

Later.