Inertia and Snack Pack Pudding

I really, really do not want to write tonight. I don't want to do anything, as a matter of fact. I don't want to clean, cook, draw, read, or even sleep. That doesn't leave a whole lot left to do. I've even run out of Snack Pack, which is the the ultimate palliative for ennui. I should go to sleep before the emo aura runs amok. Unfortunately I'm not that smart.

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A chuff of paper
cuts through the spring
of office conversation.