I thought maybe the vaccine would be having its way with me today but no it's just my fault I'm still writing not so great poems. But. Today my kid said he figured he was so comfortable taking his writing exam because all the time he spends writing up dossiers on horror game characters (instead of paying attention to class) transferred, skill-wise to his writing exam efforts. I told him I was so proud and I fucking loved him and he told me he fucking loved me too. And that's all I can fucking ask for.