#Scurf147: Un petit chaos
I write about a July week of restlessness, anxiety and sickness that ruined my life
There has been a wilding sort of increase in my writing. Four posts in a span of less than a week. That’s got to count for something. But it has a kind of regression behind it.
The drudgery of a Monday morning never hits more than after a weekend, at once dreaded and monotonous. As I tried to get out of bed on this particular Monday, a cascading batch of realizations took over me.
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