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I'm not hungry, not thirsty, don't have to pee, dog doesn't need walking, not expecting the mail for several hours, don't have anywhere to be or do just right now, and yet I can't get this on paper!!!
I am so frustrated/fearful/stressed that the impression I'll make will be not right enough that I sweat (understatement, that) the details right into a tight hard knot. I am paralyzed by perfection, or my search for it. I can't move. It's fuckin pathetic.
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Be Just and Fear Not.
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