It's cold this morning. I'm up early. I'm always up early. I like it. Being up early. That time to myself. Lovely time. Just me. The joy is not to be denied. The middle of winter, dark as it gets, the darkness is actually comforting at that time, embracing, coddling, cozy, darker than a chocolate cookie in the evening, darker than black on black for a night out, darker than my teeth after a night on the shiraz, darker than my butt hole out the back window of a bus. Ha ha, it starts getting lighter soon enough.
Gotta love a 2 day week. Now, one day to go before my next long weekend, my normal long weekend, well, less than a day, actually, just the rest of the day, what is left of it. Less than a day. We’re on our way.
What a lovely life, hey. A coupla days. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree? A coupla days. Ha, ha, I should remember that when I am moaning about the world to whoever will listen, hey? Making their ears bleed. I only work 3 days. But, just work 2 days, would that make me pleased? I guess.
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