2:33 PM: Subtle at first, I feel the familiar visceral tightening. A phenomenological cancer attempting to proliferate. A subjective filter, saturated with overwhelm, that will sift the joy right out life and create an angry, indignant, self-martyred, nightmare. Fuck all that noise. I gunna have a good day today.
7:48 AM: Well … I did not play the martyr. I had a pretty good day. I am also going to bed at 8 am.
