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09:15

Emma watching a show, Henry playing with his toys, Jack just relaxing and possibly playing a game on the third floor.

Writing the DECIDED book, formally.  Yesterday in car voice texting myself.  Notes and thoughts, in the moment sketches and musings, realizing the Architecture idea, applying to mood and my decisions.  Whom I allow past a certain place in my head.

All the people not paying rent and taking up thought space and scape, inventoried and fucking evicted.  Like they’re vandal.  In the structure and just spray painting shit for the sake of doing so.

One of the many notes from yesterday.  I’ll get more into it later.

Or now, ha ha… The House of the SELF.  Realizing my thoughts comprise a specific architecture.  Character form, DECIDING to not interact, or react with these pests.

More later.  Okay, money moved to… never mind, again.  Talking to myself about this book, and the weapon it represents against others and their criticisms and doubts.

Realizing I don’t have to care, I don’t have to REPLY.  Huh, my happiness, my self-respect, my SELF assembly.  Imagine that, what an idea.