my therapist once asked me if i was concerned that an upswing in my emotional well-being might hinder my creativity (read: writing). i replied, no. what a silly notion. besides, crying bleeds the ink. i would be at my least creative, for whatever i would write would be illegible.
i've been wrong before.
you might say i've been creatively thinking up ways to do as little as possible. i am particularly good at this. if i were a little more creative, i could find a way to procure a sustainable income from doing absolutely nothing. i'm sure it's possible.
in short:
i got a degree.
i found a boy.
and i get to travel this summer (granted, to an area with a particularly high terrorist alert right now and a new ban on smoking)
at least the smoking ban won't hinder my intention to drink Guinness.
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