Two days off where I did nothing, really fuck all. Collecting beauty art images for my own enjoyment.
I must go back to the gym. I haven't gone since New Year. Ah! How did that happen?
From doing fuck all on my days off, I guess.
We all talk about time like it is some huge thing, and yet it just slips by so easily. Like water through your fingers. Like walking down a street and when you look, the reflections in the shop windows have suddenly changed. Like a whisper in the wind. Like a blink of an eye.
My copy of Abbey Road arrived, a remastered 2009 copy for $10, cheaper than a monthly subscription, I reckon, so I listened to that non stop. I'm still trying to like The Beatles, because everybody likes The Beatles, and I never have, not really. I guess I am liking them.
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