God save me from Paint Shop Pro. If there ever was a method for me to hyperfocus on the insignificant, that program is it. I make all those — well, most of — little icons on the top left. And if it’s a copied graphic, then I just have to tweak it to death.
Enough! …enough, already. That’s not my life — at least I hope it isn’t..
Time is running out. I want to tell you how the air felt when I shut off the a/c today and opened the window for the first time in weeks. I want to explain that my landlord reminds me of my father, just because he’s the man who owns the house. I would like to capture in words this fleeting terror that comes and goes unbidden, without warning — even without words, I would like to capture it and send it on its way, like an unwanted bug in my bed. I want to say so much.
Today, the air was like the air two weeks ago, the sky precious blue and clear, the sun warm; a joy just to breathe.