In which I shamelessly vaguebook

God damn it world you owe me this.

I am too fucking superstitious to tell you what the hell I’m talking about, so I apologize for that, but it would be a giant joke to pretend that I have anything at all right now on my mind other than this thing that I’m currently too superstitious to talk about, so let me just say god damn it world you owe me this again and that’s just gonna have to be it until I hit a point not controlled by stupid rituals.

Current actual portrayal of my mental state:

Where’s that Twitter account that just posts a loud scream every twenty minutes? I need that.

More tomorrow, when hopefully I will be calmer.