In the middle of a serious Sleater-Kinney thing right now. I am forever a decade late on appreciating music, usually long after the act has split up. This does not bode well for my ability to attend concerts that are not half-assed reunions.
My mind is this great humming butter churn of a thing, moving unformed chunks of ideas around slowly and with great struggle. I have nothing to write about. It is driving me fucking bonkers. I have been sitting here staring at this screen, trying to make it happen, trying to remember something, anything, worth sharing and I have nothing. Everything is extremely mundane. I can’t just write about my kid all the time, cool as…
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