This has nothing to do with anything

I sorely wish I had a time machine of some sort so I could go back in time a bit and smack my younger self upside the head for being so goddamned stupid.

I’ve been writing like a fiend lately. Well, I would be, if I had more than fifteen minutes at a clip in which to sit and organize my thoughts. But I have been doing some research, because I want what I’m writing about to sound authentic and hoooooooooooo boy, I’m digging up some very interesting junk.

Which is causing me to want to smack myself upside the head.

Still, this has to be good, right? Catharsis is a good thing, right? RIGHT?

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