The trouble with blogging or confessions of a social media addict
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Oh dear. My thoughts won’t leave me alone today. I am supposed to be cleaning my disaster of a studio. Am listening to the Sundays—very loudly I might add—in hopes that it might drown out my thoughts so I can clean my work table of all the patterns left unassembled from my recent shipments. But alas, my monkey mind is chatting away and my ears, though filled with song, are hooked up to my brain, damnit. So here I am at the damn computer again. I refuse to turn down the Sundays as I type because I am in blogging denial and so my fingers feel rather frenetic and the dark chocolate I just ate is making me feel fairly hopped-up and invincible.