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Aug 25: Sleeper |
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A good meeting is where I don't cuss you out and am later found banging my head against a cubical wall, the hard-side, accompanied by that tell-tale heavy thudding. Sometimes, once in a bloody long while, I am made to feel like I actually have done something constructive with my time and perhaps, just perhaps, could meet deadline this November. People asked how I did, because I'd called in with a sickness yesterday and I managed to brush them off, yet keep my mystery by sighing loudly, "Just don't ask", which they didn't after that. All afternoon I played this song on repeat, hoping that it would stick this final time, never quite getting enough of it to be finished, satisfied. As the last hopes of entertainment fade from my passage, I will add that on E! news tonight which I unwittingly tune into every wednesday night, there were clips of a boy having sex with an apple pie, an american pie. No, no, wait, also I discovered you probably can't say 'genitalia' and 'erection' at 8pm on a school-night because those words were bleeped from the press-junket interview. The things you learn. I will now proceed to fall asleep on my couch. |
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