Then, finally, something I could
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Monday, November 17, 2014
Monday
Not that any of your sad day of the wk. conceits make the proverbial dime's worth of difference to unemployed for over eight yrs. now (But working like a two-headed dog!) me, but sonuvabitch: Mon. a.m., neither caffeinated coffee nor milk in the bunker (Had to awaken w/ tea w/ an ice cube in it.) the outside world so ugly only the sky (which may not be ugly but certainly is dull) can be observed, nothing in the least notable for hrs. & hrs. of nothing, & (added agony) "winter" is here, requiring pants or turning on the gas (Heat! No oven w/ which to ...) even in the bunker. (No, I don't know how or why I go on either.)
Then, finally, something I couldsink my teeth int— uh, wrap my arms around! And a Double Musical Bonus!!Produced version:
Then, finally, something I could
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