Sounds like a memoir title. Or a song.
All depends on how quickly I can bleed this week’s stone. And if anything else might end up happening today.
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We’ve been here before. Haven’t we?
Well, lunch plans were made. And I did agree to work an extra shift tonight. And I have much work that I feel need be done that isn’t and the anticipation of it being complete is messing with my mind and guts alike.
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The reflected eyes above the sink? They are not always the kindest pair. Not mine. Not to me.
Dreary weather. Aggressive commercialism. Synthesized prerequisites for communal happiness. And all the wonderful reminders of your own loneliness, a fear in perpetuity.
Bah humbug, as said the classic holiday scapegoat. Not the green furry one. The one that’s pretty much C. Montgomery Burns, but in England and more covered in coal dust.
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