... but I can't seem to drag myself up out of this moribund little funk.
I choose to blame myself. Because that's what the media shower tells me to do, and I'm a good little soldier.
And so I will make plans. I will then either follow through on them or not, depending. And if I do not, it will obviously be only squarely on myself that blame will lie.
I will be painting tomorrow night. That's the plan.
Tonight was drinks with Meghan.
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