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:: Tuesday, September 21, 2004 ::

[ an exceedingly brief summary of the past three weeks ]

I have a somewhat-dramatic favor to ask: somebody either help me get my shit straight and get me working decently during the day and sleeping before fucking 6 a.m., or just put a bullet between my eyes and spare me a lifetime of squandered potential, false hope, and fundamentally-rooted discontent.

I apologize for the post, as true as it feels, though I swear I'm not an unhappy person.

Music: The Cure - End.


:: Aziz 6:13 AM [+] ::
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or move to argentina....everyone functions on a night owl schedule there....
 
Sure, but I'll bet they work, at night though it may be. The problem is that I don't really work at all, regardless of the hour, though a country full of night owls sounds most spiffy in any case :)
 
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