Hi Couch,

Julio's funeral is in about an hour and a half.
I can't be there, but I don't know what to do with myself.

There's a song I'm going to play at the time that it starts, and that's the only thing that's within reach.

I started the day with a replay from a poetry workshop that had a significant group element.

If I'd known that, I wouldn't have done it.

I want to curl up in a ball, but that doesn't feel constructive.

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