Wha--? Friday?!
[Tapped into a melodramatic, teen angst vibe. A single spotlight on a lone chair and a figure half-slumped in it, set against jet blackness. No, it's not Bill Cosby.]
This turned into another head down, keep moving week, that largely dissolved into files and details I didn't care about at the time, don't now, and I hope to Eternity I never will. Thus is a life wasted in the margins of someone else's books. I may as well be passing my days waiting at a bus stop, but the pay's better where I am and it's air-conditioned.
Nothing distinctly bad happened (at least not that I'm aware of) and it was a pay week, so on my diminished scale of happiness it was a Good Week.
Either way I'm left feeling drained and up for little but trivialities. Again. If nothing else, this weekend I'm going to make a sincere attempt to avoid falling into the narcosis of television. It's so easy to fine something to watch and end up bleeding one's life into the channels.
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