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my extra-long twin bed is extra-empty. my body seems almost lifeless as i collapse into my down comforter night after night. perhaps it's a result of the effort i have put into everyday i have spent in this amazing city. or maybe the sleep deprivation is setting in (& my unusual craving for coffee in the morning isn't helping much, either). the days are longer here & i feel as though i have been here for weeks. my search for a respectable job is ongoing. if only the body shop didn't test for drugs & alcohol. damn. damn. damn. i purchased a moleskine journal today. expression is becoming a necessity. every meaningful entry of mine is all over the place. welcome to my mind.