I forgot about how the time outside of work spins. It goes. Go, go, goes. There's so much wonderful boring shit that I want to do.
Painting my toe nails, writing letters, shifting paper from place to place on my desk.
Cooking dinner, using coupons, reading books.
Bally's, The Wire, iPod.
Gardens, lists, happy hours.
And, sometimes, La Croix (24/100) as nightcap. I think its not blasphemy but alchemy.
Painting my toe nails, writing letters, shifting paper from place to place on my desk.
Cooking dinner, using coupons, reading books.
Bally's, The Wire, iPod.
Gardens, lists, happy hours.
And, sometimes, La Croix (24/100) as nightcap. I think its not blasphemy but alchemy.
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