'cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you
I should have really thanked the security guards at the office more profusely. How many times have they turned a blind eye to my slipper-clad feet, my missing office ID, my bulky backpack (I 'steal' the office laptop at times so I can work from home) and most of all, my erratic working times? On most days, I would be at the office by 6:30 in the AM. The time I leave really depends on the situation, but I take physiological cues. When my back hurts...it's time to go home. When I can't focus my eyes anymore... it's time to go home. When I'm on the verge or in the state of tears...it's time to go home. When the amount of work I have makes me a nauseous nervous wreck...it's time to go home. Those times could be anywhere from 4PM to 11:30 PM. My threshold really is flexible.
But now well it's day 1 of a new era. I've said this many many times in my life and I always make it to be true. The life and times du jour are going to be extraordinary and still. By still I mean, it won't be of reckless abandon or fast times. It'll just be here. This. Me and my books. Me and my writing paraphernalia. Me and my music. Me and the moment. This.
But now well it's day 1 of a new era. I've said this many many times in my life and I always make it to be true. The life and times du jour are going to be extraordinary and still. By still I mean, it won't be of reckless abandon or fast times. It'll just be here. This. Me and my books. Me and my writing paraphernalia. Me and my music. Me and the moment. This.