it is beautiful out there, looking out the window. I’m grateful for the indoors, though; I need some warmth and something to eat. then I can read, and maybe write something. waking up early, I never feel all that on top of the world, with my congested chest, my disoriented stumble across the wooden floors, the bright lights coming on around me.
it feels good to be out of the shower and wearing fresh clothes. I hope when I go into work in a little bit that I can focus on everything coming at me. Mondays are always rough like that, because it’s a jolt to the system. you enjoy your freedom over the weekend and again have to return to the slavery for a whole new string of days. this goes on and on and on. it’s enough to severely fuck up a person. and it does. I feel above it sometimes, but I have to wonder, just by how much.
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