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home from work. AGAIN. wrist too swollen to wear brace for long. STILL. and I actually have energy to DO STUFF and basically all I can do is passively consume entertainment because typing left-handed is FRUSTRATING and all else is a two-hand task.

*ices wrist irritably*

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owfuck. I thought the sore spot on my wrist was about gone. NOPE. and the swelling is not visibly down either.

I wonder if "Soul Deep" (Tina Turner, originally Box Tops) was inspired by Langston Hughes

"The Negro Speaks of Rivers"
Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

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ow, fuck, ow, what possessed me to write five hundred words of pod_together, OW

going to shower, and then ice my wrist again, and then BED because I want to actually go to the UU service tomorrow