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morning story time I have no idea what I am going to do this summer once I get back from Australia. School will be over and so will most of my vacation time. All that I'll have will be work. There is however one thing working in my favor. While other people will be inside their nice offices saying what a great day it is outside, I'll be able to run around in that great weather instead of wishing that I could. Rather than spending the heat of the day trapped inside an office, I can enjoy all of it. Third shift hours work to my advantage that way. ... Nine thirty in the morning and I think that my downstairs neighbor has left to do some errands. I had heard the door slam. She always slams the door and I often wonder why. Does it take that much of an effort to hold on to the door rather than letting it slam shut? Maybe for her it does. At this moment I have a couple of options before me. I can start to cook some spaghetti before I go to sleep or do it after I wake up. I also need to finish reading Mrs. Dalloway for class tomorrow. The problem is that I don't really feel like doing either of them. I'd rather stare at the computer and rattle on here for a few moments. There isn't any music on in the background, nor is the television on. All that I can hear is some birds outside. The window in the living room had been left open all night long and it didn't really make that much sense to close it this morning. It might be slightly cool now, but I am sure that when noon comes around everything will start to heat up quite nicely. I think that I turned off the heat days ago. Yes, I am starting to let myself think that spring might really be here. ... Work last night was simply work, nothing more and nothing less. I just don't want to talk about it anymore, so I won't.
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