Relapsed again. Twice. I swear my drive is out of control for some inexplicable reason. I keep getting intrusive thoughts and sexual ideations. I can't even meditate right. My concentration is shot. Good thing I was finally able to get around to downloading Microsoft Office and use the Word app on my desktop after putting up with the Pages app for so long. It was just so inconvenient when I had to edit my past work so I can submit it to magazines, which I now remember was what I was busy with yesterday. I submitted to Clarkesworld a few days ago, no dice. Also to Metaphorosis, also no. I submitted ALL_GO to HOAX but not before editing the heck out of it, which was a pain and very inconvenient given that it didn't convert all the elements right (I only had the pdf because I lost all my files from my previous laptop once). I also submitted "You Look Like Death" again, this time, to Etherea. I plan to submit to Abandon Journal or Cast of Wonders if they don't want it. I'm running out of venues. I'm so excited to finally almost get my life together when my Vellum paper arrives. My brush pens/markers arrived yesterday and they're so much better than my previous fineliners. My other shopee packages arrived in succession yesterday. Something about getting packages is always happy and nice. I'm such a basic materialistic bitch.