I Paralyze (Again)

[It's not like I don't have things to do. There's a job to be found, there's clothes to be bought (a business wardrobe dating back for the most part to the Clinton administration being inadequate), there's an apartment to be brought up to minimal decency (just a few small repairs), there's the groceries the laundry the bills.]

[Don't feel like any of that? There's a beautiful sunny day in one of the most amazing cities in the world. The parks the museums the streets the men the injustice the world. Take it, it's yours.]

[It 12 o'clock noon, and I'm fighting the urge to head back home and figuratively pull the blankets over my head. Must. Bust. A. Move.]

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