Ten hours on work Sunday.
Six of sleep starting when August 4th was already here.
Already 10 o'clock in the morning.
Have accomplished five correspondences,
one packing of magazine box,
several "do this, please, intern" assignments,
and zero nutrition.
Must pick a focus. So much easier to do at home.
Soon, 30 boxes to unload. Not a useful cloud in sight.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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8 hrs at work on Sunday.
Watched 2 movies in the process.
Shopping for school supplies.
Nerve-wrecking.
Good night's sleep.
Awake at 6am.
One more movie before getting up.
Cooked breakfast.
Delish.
Is it even a word?
Leaving retarded comments on various blogs for the past hour.
Your life seems a lot more exciting.
And you are a better writer.
sometimes i feel dumb when I can't decode your cryptic posts.
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