I went by church street today and saw a drag queen dancing in the middle of the road. I can feel the spring thaw in my apartment. This morning I woke refreshed and energized, even after a long day of weed and video game abuse. It's the air. My cat is more excitable than ever.

Time for a digresson. I've been thinking about self-censorship. About deletion. I delete alot. I backspace. Editing is one of my strenghts. I'm a compulsive self-editor, mabye. But jmust now. Just as I was tyhping that sentence about my cat I change it ast at the last minute. I had a thought, a sentence in my head, then I second guessed it. By the time I decided to go with my original idea it was gone. Funny how ideas con poof like that, like dreams that you forget in the morning. After I typed my corrected (second) sentecne I felt a weight in my stomach. THe this isn't fun anymore, in fact it's making me nervous--knot. It means I'm not happy with what I'm writing and I should stop. Why? because I deleted. IN my head, way before I got a chance to type. In the spirit of this lessen I am not going to bakcspace for the resto f the weedk. That is why this post is all fucked up, obviously. Now you know I'm not a moron and I know slightly more about myself than I did five minutes ago. My cat is asleep now.

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