The trick is to keep posting

Got with my old '90s girlfriend Shirley Manson a little while ago. Doesn't look like we share politics. But that's okay. The sound of vocal chords is way more important than shit like that anyway.

My wife is back home. She has off work, today, so she's kind of milling about behind me, which I honestly don't like. But it's one of those things where if I complain, I look/sound guilty (as in “What's he doing that he doesn't want me to know about?”). But if I don't remedy the situation one way or another, I'll slowly lose my mind. And I'm not typing about in a good way, e.g. absence of thought.

But, you know, it's just one of those things. I don't feel like I'm doing anything particularly evil, here. But I do know she'd probably rather I'd be doing things other than this. And since I'm not willing to stop this regardless her opinion, it's just best that me and two people that read Inquiry nonsense one every eight and a half months keep this our little secret.

Gosh, how slowly time crawls when you're waiting – for the end of the work day, in this case. I just want to Samantha Stevens the situation.

It doesn't help this is apparently a slow read.write.as day-into-the-afternoon. I mean, how am I supposed have writing ideas without that skids grease, huh?