&i've been making promises i know i'll never keep

I guess that sometimes writing makes you think too much about how you're feeling. And maybe sometimes it's better to find distractions.

Anyway tonight I'm not feeling too hot. So maybe, I'm going to listen to the same dumb songs over and and over. And think about making tomorrow better.

Is it too cold for you?

This is what you requested,

this ice, this crystal

wall, this puzzle. You solve it.

-margaret atwood "mud poems"