Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Morning
Morning
Thu Jan 17 08:31:16 2002
Tracted

I am distracted with essentials. Derailed? Enrailed?

I got the place. I have the key. It has electricity and water, at least. I am ready to move. It's taking away my productivity at work. Hard to focus. I guess I'm starting to move when I get back from work today. I'll probably rent a U-Haul tomorrow. Ahh. I started writing this several hours ago. The end of my workday creeps yet closer. Huzzah. Never before have I looked forward so much to the end of work. I like my job.