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A day in the life
I slept poorly. Been sleeping poorly these last couple of days. I wake up every couple of hours, worried that I’ve overslept, because it feels like I’ve slept 10 hours in the span of one. I don’t remember what exactly I was dreaming about. I recorded voice memos about it. I don’t want to listen to them.
Something about my ex girlfriends, being visited by the ghosts of girlfriends past, christmas carol situation. Nightmare before bitches.
Wake up, make a pot of coffee, walk to work. I’m working on a Sunday. I work as much temp work as I can get my hands on, because I’ve decided to stop just trying to get away with subsistence level income, make a bit of money, and then finally move the fuck out of the city. I’ve had enough. I had enough of it years ago. Just like monetizing my internet presence, this is all shit I should have done years ago.
I think quitting nicotine was the trigger. If you change one thing in your life it’s easier to change everything about your life. Anyways I’m walking to work, because it’s close by. Takes maybe 20 minutes. I like that. Ideal. I don’t like driving. I think any kind of driving to work is wrong. Not Lindy. I don’t like driving in general. For obvious reasons, car accident >im scared lmao, etc. but I also just think that in an ideal world, anywhere you…
