cross_eyed moonshine I hope someone sacrifes me, before I crucify myself. 011025 ... tender_square conditional formatting won't copy from cell to cell; i'm stuck in a loop of clicking equations, extensor digitorum be damned. the cardinal red of mismatched numbers burns my retinas. i rub the indent my glasses leave behind on my nose with fingers flecked by neon highlighter. during lunch break, i make myself drive to a park that's too far to get to, bones jostling as the car slows for aggressive speed bumps. i look out across the city from the top of a hill, stones stuck inside the treads of my platforms; it's a miracle i didn't twist my ankle ascending. a praying mantis takes the center path like an adversary as i return to road. i am getting what i asked for. i am getting what i deserve. 230919 what's it to you? who go blather from