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It's a lazy Sunday afternoon and all around me smells like Febreeze and Irish Spring bar soap. It sounds like Prefuse 73. It looks like a fucking mess. We've got bills and bongs lying around, when both should probably be put into safe, appropriate compartments. A half-eaten cookie and the orange juice I'm working on share my workstation with the computer, some papers, books, colored pencils, some receipts, and--is that an extention cord? A flyer for a Love Parade after-party? We lack organization.
I decided to spend this day doing nothing, though I may ammend "nothing whatsoever" to include "well, I guess I can get a couple cups of coffee." What's on my mind is going to the Baker's Square and throwing back a couple cups of coffee before work. Probably won't happen. I'm one of those types--one task a day is enough, and I already went grocery shopping.
I'm gonna make a sammich. Peace.
I decided to spend this day doing nothing, though I may ammend "nothing whatsoever" to include "well, I guess I can get a couple cups of coffee." What's on my mind is going to the Baker's Square and throwing back a couple cups of coffee before work. Probably won't happen. I'm one of those types--one task a day is enough, and I already went grocery shopping.
I'm gonna make a sammich. Peace.