the knot is twisted back

i wish i knew what i wanted. for dinner. 

monday morning and the knot is twisted back in my gut

the thirteenth rodeo, the second non-event

month-end creeps up, the knot does too

patch anxious rum for philosophy on the radio

make a random avizandam on a tandem with the phantom fan

cross the eyes and splot the teas

cracker please

i was having an anxious time, hating my job, going through the process of getting formally diagnosed with autism. but what i really want to talk about today is packing. 

i am packing my bags today for the third time in like two weeks and honestly man i hate it. its exhausting. so much stress. why do i need so many artefacts? why must i live in a historical epoch of such complication?

but on the plus side i will get to go on holiday tomorrow so that’s good. although, by the time this has been published… i will be back from the holiday. so that’s sad. but it will be a sunday at least so that’s good.

sorry if you work sundays. and i realise today isn’t sunday. i will get back from the holiday on sunday. i am having trouble comprehending the linearity of time right now.