Fine and Dandy

She rubbed her hands across her face, through her hair, frustration in herself. Once again, no productive work was completed. It was tried, which was a first in a long time, but distractions always got the better call. A million little distractions, was worse surely, than one big distraction? It was a mess, really. And soon there would be no time for all the free time she did have... and she'd lose out again... which was why she had to make the most of it now. Why wasn't she? What was holding her back, and how could she change that? How could she get things to work, so all distractions were made happy? So she was happy. Life could be fine and dandy, so why wasn't it?

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