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So today I went and saw this cool exhibition at barbican and its was seriously some of the fugguniest art I have seen. So awesome. I wish I could have afforded the actual big exhibition but unfortunately not. Been working my arse off like 45 hrs a week and its driving me insane and I dont know if I want to stay or not. I just need the convenience of my press and not having to pay $20 to see a band, and I havent been able to listen to music which is really getting to me. I feel so goddamned empty. This whole routine thing isnt really what its cracked up to be. I need more of everything... stop living like its the early 40s sarah. get over it and move the fuck on! hah. i am missing seeing bands and playing music and even just drawing because i am going to make something out of it. gahhh... the past few days i havent been able to get it together. Its probably not the best time to be writing on here. I feel like al my passion is gone. Every book I have read in the past month doesnt do anything for me. I am so fucking numb and this is a loser talking. Hello. Gotta go. Meet me at Uncle Jo's for some lovin with the bro's. Whatever. xxxxxxxxxx (believe me).