Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The plight of the 2nd shift
You work right when everyone else is relaxing. Now, I oscillate between immediate sleep after work and staying up till dawn, my body has never been beholden to a 24 hr cycle, but my time frame choices for social interaction lick the sweaty hairy ass hole of a Danish giant.
I can either stay up late when all are slumbering, drunk or crazy, or get up early when all are old, working or still asleep. Cursed missing trousers of Turin, I could use a chill hang out. Like where there's a small group of fairly diverse people who stop and let fall the weights of the world. And fucking bonfires.
I guess this loneliness is all the better to work on my writing. Which is actually going splendidly by-the-by.
I can either stay up late when all are slumbering, drunk or crazy, or get up early when all are old, working or still asleep. Cursed missing trousers of Turin, I could use a chill hang out. Like where there's a small group of fairly diverse people who stop and let fall the weights of the world. And fucking bonfires.
I guess this loneliness is all the better to work on my writing. Which is actually going splendidly by-the-by.
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