Sometimes I stand in the shower and let the tears well up behind my eyes. Then I blink them away, tilting my face up to the harsh pelting of the waterfall, letting the heat penetrate my skin, filling me up like a kettle.

And just like a kettle, I feel wound up, ready to scream at the given moment. I'm not sure when it is yet, but I bet it's when no one's looking. A watched kettle never boils.

I need to write. I need to write. I have a 2000 word essay to write, and so my subconscious is teeming with a yearning to get it over with. I can write 2000, 3000, 10000 words, but can I write them about the history and development of the Great Barrier Reef?

I need to sing, but these four walls are too porous, and my neighbours will hear.

I need to get back to work. Focus, girl!

Focus.

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