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Wow. This is bad. No work done today at all, except for a tiny bit of inventory, and a few phone calls. I mean, zilcha, nada. I'm all by myself and just wasting company money on the clock. This sounds like I'm bragging. I recommend you all listen to some frou frou and cry a single tear. For those of you just tuning in, I'm lost on an emotional rollercoaster which is quite exciting, but absolutely no good for me. I'm a little whiplashed and confused and dazed and I wasn't tall enough to ride that ride, I guess. Anyone know where I can find some happiness, I'm running close to empty at this snapshot in time. I gotta disappear off the map and do that whole vision quest thing soon. I hate knowing. Vague me some enough. My tongue is tied and I'm in knots. Snot down my face and broken English in a way. The absolute certainty of now, reflected back at me like a fucking funhouse mirror of broken dreams. Make sense or die trying. How to convey, what to convey, it's all about balance and finding yourself and your ideals amid the real. I'm tied up in this rot and I know there is something more I gotta say. Perhaps some other day, like this note in my pocket. Three weeks now, sitting here. Unspoken. And sit there more it will. Because that is my magic, it's distant relation lost in the mess of my life to be found again. Magic words that mean so much and so little because of who we are at this place in time. Gotta rhyme, nah. I want nothing more than to be held, to fall asleep seeing someone's ... Wicked smile of mine, gotta make it go away post haste. There is no work to be done, I am finding myself more and more useless to others, so I gotta become useful to myself. I can never stop trying.