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Locked out of my account. That would be a pain. To be locked out of any account of mine. I don't feel like being clever or weird or anything today. I'm just sad. I don't want to write about being sad, either. Or maybe I do. I don't know. I don't want to write about anything, is maybe more like it. Now the child is talking to me, asking if I want to see the funny meme he made up. He calls it a meme when he says something that is intended to be funny, and he says it over and over again, like a Youtube short that he watches over and over again. Oh and now he's watching Youtube again. I guess this is my freewrite today, I'll just name what's happening around me. She-Ra is chewing on a toy, or maybe licking her paws, and it's so annoying because it's this repetitive motion right next to me that kind of bumps into me and I don't know why exactly, but I hate it when she is licking something directly next to me. It is like a god is that a racist origin thing I was about to say? You know how sometimes you have a saying or something in your mind, in your life, like from childhood, but when you repeat it you realize it probably has racist origins. That's what I just thought of. So yeah the kid is watching Youtube, the dog is now no longer licking, thank god, and Brendan is typing his freewrite up next to me. There's a cat behind my head. The front door is open (the metal screen door is closed) and I can hear things from outside. Neighbors voices. Cars going down Firestone, some coming down our street. Birds. Dogs barking. Now She-Ra and Cappy are barking by the door. Brendan wiggling his foot a bit, he moves his body is tic-like ways sometimes. What else. What else. What else, I don't know, the kid is watching different things so I could name the different things, there's the timer.