irritation abounds. Somehow fell off the fucken train track and gotta bust my ass to be on it again.
I also don't like waiting. Or I suppose I'm just impatient today.. The past week has got me in all sorts of funks. Looking back like that makes me... prickly, for lack of better words. Makes me a little unhappy, uncomfortable, short-tempered. Don't like lingering, don't like the burn, don't like the pain.
Forward march.
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