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pay no attention Ten hours into the day and I am tired. A happy tired would be more accurate though. Work is behind me or at least the bullshit portion of it. Today is Friday and I can relax. Yes, I said relax, not party. Nor did I say go out. I just need some time to be me and I think that I am going to get my wish. Sitting on my porch reading comic books bought yesterday. Cool in the shade with cars passing by in the distance. Quiet. Calm. Sleepy. Thinking. Reading. Details that are me in half formed sentences that probably annoy more than inform. Poetry was something that I could never do. On another journal page, the author listed the things that she wanted to do before she reached her fortieth birthday. I liked the idea and am going to do my own list here. I want to see the Sistine Chapel.
At the moment I'm too tired to think of more than seven things, but those were the first ones to cross my mind. I should be sleeping now, but these half awake entries tend to amuse me later. ... I briefly saw Nicole this morning at work, but we didn't have a chance to speak. She did, however, have enough time to show off the new pen that she bought with cloth animal decorating the end of it. Personally the pen was very her in my mind. She said that it was a horse, while others said that it was an ass. When she twirled the pen, the legs of the animal spun in the air. ... I want to see Easter Island
I thought that I was on a roll again. ... Sadly when I woke this afternoon, that odd happy go lucky mood from the morning had vanished. The best way that I can describe it would be that I feel like a rubber band that has been stretched for weeks and now suddenly let go. I suppose that I should feel good to be free of the pressure of school, but at the moment I just feel limp.
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