Back to the daily grind and a pile of workish emails to go through waiting for the caffeine to kick in after a weekend of anything but the monotony, of what felt like the last chance at a summer vacation, spending the last day riding my bike to the lake to sit on the rocks and walk on the beach, read books on the front porch, make food for the week with the harvest of the garden.
The coffee is bitter without the accompanying conversation, smiling a a reflex, knowing that my face betrays most emotion, trying to laugh at the irony, observing the absurdity and going through withdrawal with the art center being closed this week, wanting to get outside, get out of here.
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Sounds like someone isn't taking advantage of the example of their social betters.
Or, RAWK.
all the joys of underemployment, maybe you can pick up where Coupland fell off.
girl is crafty like ice is cold?
http://www.mefeedia.com/watch/25053601
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