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A life is a pattern of rush hours and completely dead emptiness. Either nothing is happening, and you contemplate ripping your lungs out just to make your world seem less quiet, or everything is jammed up in one second that you are afraid that there's not enough of you to take everything that life throws at you.
My life is far less dramatic. But in one week, everything is bunched up, and I have no idea how I will manage to do all of it.
I have my actual work, a nasty translation, and 2 kilts to sew by the end of the week. :(
My life is far less dramatic. But in one week, everything is bunched up, and I have no idea how I will manage to do all of it.
I have my actual work, a nasty translation, and 2 kilts to sew by the end of the week. :(