July 9th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Oh, right.

~smile~ This is starting to become something of a pattern.

On the way to (or from, possibly) London, there's a wood with a wall in front of it, on which someone has painted the Commuter's Lament : "WHY DO I DO THIS EVERY DAY?"
I feel like that, right now.

I've never in my life had one of those nightmares people so often talk about where they say you want to run from something but you can't move.
I probably don't dream that because it happens so often in reality.

I don't have time for this, I have a lot to do, so I'm just going to have to shrug this off and carry on.
But first, a temporary solution.

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  • Current Music
    'Raspberry Swirl', Tori Amos.
I can fly!

~sigh~

People are unjust, and stupid, and hurtful, and unkind, and thoughtless.
Just because I have to put up with it, doesn't mean I have to like it.

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  • Current Music
    'Hotel', Tori Amos.