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During the last week of Lockjaw I was in the midst of so many things that I was frantically and constantly manipulating files on my computer. A computer, by the way, that had practically no hard drive space left, as well as a penchant for randomly deciding to recognize the CD drives.

In my desperation to get things done and be able to find them again in case I did them incorrectly or needed to tweak them/update them/re-work them completely, I just ended up dumping everything on my desktop. Man, it drives me nuts to see other people do that - it looks so messy and disorganized, you know? Make some frickin' folders, dude. Not I, not that last week. It was a mess. It looked a bit like this: (Click for larger image)

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If I keep making enough choices, choices that advance me a little further down the path, I can feel the breath coming more easily into my lungs.

I can feel my legs again, my calves and my knees and my hip joints.

Each decision and each slicing away at the peel, each bit of work I do that is work of clarity, that's a bit better than the day before, y'see.

Pieces of life falling into place, my joints and my bones and my cells rearranging to form a better me that looks exactly the same to you and you and you and you. But to me, there is a world of difference. Even food tastes better.

It's slow, there's regressions. Hour to hour. Each choice is a wish.