I found these while cleaning my room today. They're my handwriting, but I don't know if I wrote them or someone else did. If I write them here I can throw the notes away.
Our ability to contradict ourselves lies at the heart of what women want from us.
Notes like unuttered words, syllables unformed in mind or tongue, looping and gathering weight with each hammer's stroke.
My apartment is currently very clean and very disorganized. My nose is full of dust and I'm taking a break for dinner before finishing my room and the laundry. Today I succeeded at having an iron, but the community building failed at having an ironing board. :-/ It's pretty hard to iron shirts on a big table.
Despite being a bit slow to start this morning, ten hours of sleep helped tremendously. I think I'll do that again tonight.
