Scene: Girl with laptop, on couch. Wearing sweatpants and an old Disney t-shirt. Surrounded by one coffee cup, three books in various stages of disarray, one magazine, one newspaper. Under a blanket, which is under a laptop. Emotional resonance? Self-loathing and a creeping, sweaty sense of despair.
Change this scene simply, to the following:
Scene: Girl with laptop, at desk in home office. Wearing sweatpants and an old Disney t-shirt. Surrounded by one coffee cup, roughly 356 books in various stages of disarray, plus an ironing board with a missing iron and twelve or so boxes of disorganized photos. No blanket. Emotional resonance? Queen of the written word, and of life itself. Slashing a sword through the thickets of gunk flooding her brain.
Blankets and couches are bad for you - at least when the sun is out. Get UP. Move yourself ten feet to the west and the whole world changes shape and color. (Lesson for all of life, actually.)
Slay this day.
(P.S. - It's official; I give zero shits about the quality of this blog anymore.)
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