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Warehouse Backdrops And Orange Hues 2010-02-08 - 11:48 p.m. In the morning, I was arguing on a conference call. I am beyond stressed out about the topic. And I don't know how I have the time to take on travel on top of the other shit I am doing. That was work. Then I went to the Hideout, alone, to see some folk music. I enjoyed it. As I walked out into the cold, down the alley/street toward Elston, it just seemed like that was symbolic of all of my life. Walking down some weird fucking street, completely by myself, wondering how the fuck it is exactly that I'm in this place to begin with. It's not bad exactly. But it doesn't always make sense either. So maybe my mind was being a bit melodramatic. But if I had some near-range aerial shot of me walking down that street by myself, that's how I would read it. Then I got home. I had to furiously catch up on Social Politics after about two weeks of neglect. Now it is after midnight. I'm tired. My heart is pounding a little. I did what I was supposed to do today. I pushed back at work. I did something that I enjoy to try to help keep me sane. I at least temporarily took care of one of the constantly-nagging things in my life that pile up and add to my stress. But I don't feel any different than I usually do at about this time. "One more walk alone down my one-way street. Another night my phone doesn't ring." my last 5 entries:
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