I am writing this to you untouched and unchecked. The result of a last minute experiment to try something new. Starting over is something I became familiar with about a minute and a half ago, sitting up in bed, reading a book. I glanced over at the clock and a twinge of regret spread across my back, telling me how stupid I was to mistake my night to post to this wonderful little wsbesite of ours. Oh look. I just misspelled webssite. Ooops. Did id again. Fuck me this is hard.

Anyway, I sat up in bed and realized that I had wasted a day away not thinking about what I was going to write this evening. In fact, I had entirely forgetten (sic) that I had something due. Even as I write this, I am trying to somehow get myself out of this ridiculous situation I’ve gotten myself in. These stream of consciousness things, (and actually publishing them as is) is a scary thing. I think I may have messed up the verb-noun agreement in that last sentence. Forgive me.

So I got up out of bed and came over to the computer, pulling ovpen the sscreen (sic twice, double sic) and begrudgingly began to write what you now have in front of you, a moment in time between checking gaewker (sic) or new york times or twitter, wondering what this babbling idiot is talking about. And the asnwer (sic) is things need to change. No longer should we leave things to the mlast minute and crap them out as if they didn’t matter. No longer should we not care. This is it. This is the time to actually realize we can do everthing better. That we can, inessence, (in essence), start over.

*the delete key was used only once in this post. and it was by mistake.

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