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[02 Jul 2008|09:22am] |
The man whistles speech bubbles outside the door, puncturing air with his blokeish realm. It is morning again. I'm soothed by sleep, sober sleep. All that humid and dark work knit me a feeling of contentment as I awoke feeling bright and renewed.
Clack. Goes the grocery trays. Smack. Mould got the food delivered today because there wasn't a slot yesterday. I had to go without my decent full fat milk for one day. I don't mind, UHT might be shit but I can muck it for a day.
Blokeish burblings, further deliveries await, he must away and offer sustenance for coin to other post modern keyboard shoppers! Time to go and get a proper cup of tea.
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[02 Jul 2008|09:08pm] |
Days upon which I work are infinitely more bearable despite my constant chagrin at it's furious and mentally fracturing nature. I feel when I get home as if i've actually completed something, some routine, and I have. Tuesdays are not enjoyable. I'm never in day off mode because i've always got to go back to work the next day. My mind is never consistently in one state, you see.
But I am better off today. My mind is at least calm, anyway. That's good enough for me.
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