162/366
Sunday evening smells
of barbecue sauce and grill
smoke floating like fog

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what’s got into me?
conquering my to-do list
Monday morn machine

164/366
today it’s gray and
dripping rain. darkness hovers
around the edges.

165/366
production station
is a wind tunnel, vortex
of shivery cold

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wandering the aisles
late night at the grocery store
foraging for food

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dear self: sharing your
“deadlines” doesn’t speed you up
it stresses you out

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working on weekends
is for chumps (and grad students)
welcome to my life