Third day in a row, nothing to say. I wonder how long this can go on...
I wrote a semi-coherent drunk screed about Jon Bon Jovi last night but stopped myself before posting it, for reasons that might make themselves clearer in time. Perhaps not.
I am rushed to get out the door now, appointments and trains to catch, then work until late tonight. It is all just work and then more work and then again work, without any end in sight.
I used to console myself with the idea that it kept me out of jail. Now I wonder.
I must run.
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