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working forty hours a week has reminded me why i like to party myself to death. being wide awake and left to my own thoughts gets really frustrating because i want to talk about them, or at least remember them, but theyre only there for that moment and then im left wondering what the fuck i just contemplated for two hours. yeah, in a way my brain is giving me a thousand one night stands every single day. i want to talk about all the shit running through my head but if i try to articulate it ill lose it. the day i fix that, if it's even possible, i will probably cover my walls in tiny scribbles like one big journal that ignites even more scribbles every time i read any of it. and it may or may not be interesting to anyone but myself, but thats really all that matters right now anyway so A+. but yeah, constantly being mentally occupied with getting away from my own head dulls the frustration and confusion that comes with letting my mind wander. and right now i think life's equilibrium is the closest to perfect that it's been in years.HOW LONG WILL IT LAAAST??? tune in next week as all the rivers dry up and i raise a bird large enough to ride extreme distances comfortably. seats three.