but alright, maybe i will, anyway - i'm starting to dream of oversleeping - it's gonna take a lot of wretched under-caffeinated wake time to come close to catching up, on just the preliminary bullshit of getting myself back together to the point where i can be turned down for crappy jobs again - but i do like cleaning my apartment sometimes, a lil bit - it's not about the cleanliness and organization and sterilization - it's about keeping myself occupied - it's about sewing together a creepy-looking hopey doll from the excess stock of wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men, from a never-employed political campaign, now deflated - it's where the rubber meets the road, i guess
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