Many things in life are discouraging, but among the worst in recent memory is clicking the "send" button with a fair amount of conviction that what's being sent isn't worth the two shits that bookended it.
There's falling flat on one's face, which is what happens if the words don't come at all. It's not clear whether falling to one's knees, which is what happens if the words kind of come, is better or worse.
The incessant fear that this will all crash horribly on my balding head makes sleep a distant and remote possibility.
Someone pass the crutch.
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