Listening to Dennis Wilson before I go to sleep. I dread those 8 hours I have to endure tomorrow. They are the least productive moments of my day.
At one point I was wildly unhappy, everything I did was a waste of time. I could bitch books full. traffic, assholes in stores, street kids, bouncers, everyday people.
Right now I feel pretty great drinking a garrison with my girlfriend reading behind me, I go through libraries of music, digital and analog. It's amazing what 8 hours of sleep can do to my everyday life, rests yours? it breaks mine, I reset into hell again.
Boxed in I start the cycle all over again, fuck it gets hard to do.
It could be worse. at the very least we can pretty much always say that.
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