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Fuck its windy. Hope the clothes dry out there without blowing away. im glad im washing the sheets. My eye is itchy, maybe its pollen from this wind thats irritating me. Gota start work in 2hrs. Feel sad inside, um, and its not just cause of work, its just a general saddness. Gotta start applying myself properly. Application. Thats what its all about, isnt it? Im spread to thinly. Feel like a character out of a Ben Folds or bruce Springsteen song. Gotta keep an eye on the washing , dont want the undies blowing round the neighbourhood.
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