Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Yeah, yeah, I'll get you some content tomorrow or something.
Right now I have an edit to do.

Also, Sara was falling asleep two nights ago and asked me to put her contacts away for her.
I did.
And I used the wrong lens stuff.
The stuff I used had hydrogen peroxide in it.

She's now having to put drops in her eye to help the pain and healing of a burned cornea.

I'm a fucking asshole.
I know it was an accident, please don't tell me that.
It doesn't make me feel any better.

OCD be damned, I simply cannot--mentally--wade through nine days of entries.

I tried, people, and it's taking a tremendous amount of willpower to give this up.

If I missed something awesome, interesting, or otherwise, let me know.

Otherwise, I just need to stop.

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Sorry I haven't had any writing for you lately, kids.
June was a busy month, and this was a busy weekend.

Maybe this week I'll have something for you.

At least you've had some Things I Can't Draw to "enjoy."

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