I sat at the desk, ready to begin tying the loose ends. At nightfall, I'd completed nothing. A week later, it is the same. Almost. In reverse chronological order:
- took a taxi once. because I couldn't abide by my schedule
- forced rewrote a bad superblock
- corrected vibrato
- bought a typewriter to produce namecards
- gained understanding about why my mind wanders and how to control it
- overcame a lifelong internal struggle on the ethics and rewards of looking good
- start and stopped on the structuring
- took newfound pride in my handwriting
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