I don’t have anything right now. I feel overstimulated and harried. The world is clipping like noise through speakers, fuzzy and electric and slightly wrong, so I don’t think I’m going to write a whole thing today. I don’t think I’m going to write a whole lot about why I don’t feel up to writing a thing either. You can refer to my earlier pieces exploring that subject and it will probably be mostly accurate to how I feel right now.
Can’t win ’em all.
As compensation, here is a tongue-twister I devised in the shower a week ago:
Alprecta’s proper proctor Peter kicked it to his dedicated doctor Decker’s mixtape, but proctor Peter’s prim and proper adopted daughter Pepper didn’t dig Decker’s music mix, so proctor Peter, his daughter Pepper, and doctor Decker nixed the mix for flicks at six
Alprecta is not an actual place, but I liked the way it sounded.