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| Slept from 6:30 pm last night to 10:30 this morning. Would have slept longer except i had to work and boy was getting up for that an ordeal. Crashed as soon as i got home from work in my clothes and all. Could swear i'd been drugged or something 'cuz it took all my energy and concentration to even think about turning off the lights...actions didn't materialize though. Reminiscent of the plane ride back from italy, but worse. Fuck i feel like shit now though. So much to do. so little motivation to do it. Must get iron... My apartment is not going to be done on time, which is pretty hot shit if you ask me. Only i could make the simple process of moving from one location to another this complicated. I'm the best. Just had a scary thought. What if i'm not really at work? What if i'm just dreaming that i'm at work and am actually still in bed?? Hmmmm, Tara hasn't shown up yet so i guess she's not coming. No one really tells me anything around here. I really don't want to be here right now. But i also don't want to be in my disgusting, depressing apartment anymore either. I just keep relocating various boxes and bags in different places and positions in hopes of making things more livable. I don't even have internet anymore. Weird. The fire alrm just went off in here. It's frikin' loud. This has never happened before. All the customers are running around in circles looking very confused. Run little ants run haha. I wonder if there's actually a fire?? Something to keep the day interesting. | ||
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