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I get a little sad at night. My Montreal's so far away -- less than a week behind me but it's been forever and ever, I'm going to lose my head, and my eyesight.
Got an e-mail from my German Lit professor, whom I idolize; essays are ready to pick up, he says, and what I wouldn't give to climb the escalator in Sherbrooke 688 again to get it. I wonder how he would feel if he knew he was the reason I put a picture of Heine on my wall?
I constantly pine over something, someone. I don't think I can let myself be happy. My job, though -- it's about chemicals and lying and capitalism, what's happy there?
But the trees are blooming, I'm allergic, I'm in love, maybe. I still bite my fingernails and I'm reading D.H. Lawrence again.
I bought a typewriter to encourage myself but my only ambition is on a shaky foundation and I can't even legally get drunk here, this city populated with people crippled by monolingualism and Tim Horton's on every corner.
internet blogging, where would my lonely inner monologue be without you?
Got an e-mail from my German Lit professor, whom I idolize; essays are ready to pick up, he says, and what I wouldn't give to climb the escalator in Sherbrooke 688 again to get it. I wonder how he would feel if he knew he was the reason I put a picture of Heine on my wall?
I constantly pine over something, someone. I don't think I can let myself be happy. My job, though -- it's about chemicals and lying and capitalism, what's happy there?
But the trees are blooming, I'm allergic, I'm in love, maybe. I still bite my fingernails and I'm reading D.H. Lawrence again.
I bought a typewriter to encourage myself but my only ambition is on a shaky foundation and I can't even legally get drunk here, this city populated with people crippled by monolingualism and Tim Horton's on every corner.
internet blogging, where would my lonely inner monologue be without you?