need to believe to believe again
working an 11 hour shift is insane. my new favorite toy is the tiny notebook i carry to collect the peices of my thoughts i can not contain long enough to make any sense of them. I have no great answers but sometimes being to ask the questions is just as handy. the night is old and i am young and sleep is the great equalibrium. until tomorrow my friends, then we can make amends and start all over and see which roads we pick that we didn't pick today.
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bklynbagel) wrote,
satisfied
