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Last night I borrowed my friend's tube of Aquafresh tooth paste to brush my teeth with. I was so damn tired. The lights were low and dim. I felt like I was in my grandmother's apartment in Andover, 1995. It's weird how things like that bring you back. I thought about the week I just left behind. I thought about how I hadn't written all day and felt bad about it. Four days of nothing significant.

But it's not as bad as that. I've continued with working on my tape project and the namesake of this blog has been picked up by the COF New Play Festival. I think this was the good thing I'd been waiting for. I have a feeling things are gonna be all right. Sure hope so.