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I can't work. I can't focus. I can't sit still.

I have to go to the bathroom. I have to smoke. I have to write in this blog. But I don't and I don't and I don't. My hands sweat, so I wring them. My eyes hurt so I rub them. My head hurts, so I run my hands through my hair.

All this sweat and heavy petting I ought to star in a porn movie.

Ultimately, I am afraid to be happy, because once you are, you can never go back.

Who am I kidding? I'm already back. And I'd like to believe I've gotten used to being unhappy. Found a unique beauty in it.

I hope to god Jim isn't working. I smell a change in the wind.