Sometimes no matter how badly I want to sit down and write, the words just don’t come to the surface how I hope them to. Or maybe I’m just trying to write about all the things I’m not meant to write about right now instead of the things I am. All I know for sure is that I’ve hit the delete button far too many times this evening in the hopes of this being something worth reading. Clearly I am not doing a good job of that tonight.
So instead I shall go eat pizza, drink my glass of wine, and watch an episode of Downton Abbey. It’s the only logical step to take next. Right?
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