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My only good ideas ever come in the shower. I have yet to find a waterproof computer so I have to jump out, soaking wet and write down whatever it is I was thinking, but it’s never as good as it is in the shower. Which is the case right this very second. I wrote a goddamn Lydia Davis story in my mind in the shower and the second I got out it was jumbled and no longer all that great. It did make me cry writing it though. So there’s that.
Also, my computer is now wet from the fact that I stood over it, dripping from my shower.
