Blur. Blur. Blur.
The world spins by my sleep-crusted eyes.
Work keeps me exhausted and unproductive in my life. I am close to simply just being.
What has it been? Two months of overtime now? Ugh.
And the money doesn’t pile up, either. I am getting by, but spending seems to be constant in a life where I need so little…
This weekend may prove to be a proper one, with two whole days in it. <kumazuki> is coming up before a work-related event in Topeka. Excellent timing, I would say. And Thanksgiving is that much closer now…
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
My life is piling up around me. Literally. In boxes and heaps, I slowly lose square footage to the growing homage to my disorganization.
I need to throw shit away. I need to find my tripod. I need to clean my shit up.
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