When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was a struggling writer. I would put on CBC radio, listen to jazz, and type on my mom’s old type writer while pretending to compulsively drink coffee and smoke cigarettes.
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It is 7:56pm and I am in bed, before my 2 year old niece and at the same time as my 65 year old mother.
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You do not need that much toilet paper.
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Apparently I crack at day 10. All the feels…
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It started out as a nice little Sunday…
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I’m not panicking. YOU’RE PANICKING…
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