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Dec. 7th, 2011 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonethefewerDue to the 15 minutes of sleep I got, I was a prime candidate for being enraged at the wind pushing on me. Today, it was the wind pushing my rain jacket's hood back, thus enabling me to experience the full refreshing delight of fucking rain on my fucking face.
Internal dialog at the time:
"I don't want to sew a strap or tie onto the hood. I want to sew the flesh of 17 dead rats into it to bring it to life, soak the entire rotting thing in a mixture of lemon juice, salt, and pus-infused gin, then flay the skin from the hood, in order to teach it to do its god damned job."
I note this to remind myself that I'm pretty good at creating things, and I shouldn't be so hard on myself.
Internal dialog at the time:
"I don't want to sew a strap or tie onto the hood. I want to sew the flesh of 17 dead rats into it to bring it to life, soak the entire rotting thing in a mixture of lemon juice, salt, and pus-infused gin, then flay the skin from the hood, in order to teach it to do its god damned job."
I note this to remind myself that I'm pretty good at creating things, and I shouldn't be so hard on myself.
