My worst habit has come back after almost a year and I dread how difficult it will be to stop again, but I have to.
I tried to open my front door with my metrocard the other day.
I want to make art! And show my work all over the world.
It's funny how little you can see someone even if you live with them. And by funny I mean shitty!
I hope my spate of productivity continues.
I sometimes... ok... most of the time only read the cartoons in the New Yorker.
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