Make it a Part

two major essays due Friday. for both media subjects.

missing class to at least get started on them today.

sleep filled with long dreams containing people i know. makes it weird to wake up and have to remember that they were dreams. not real life. sometimes active and colourful imaginations leave me feeling dull and lonely, missing the dream.

unsure of when i am working. have to phone work. i presume i'm working tomorrow. out tomorrow night. essays Friday.

the dressing for my wound fell off last night. several black stitches were staring back at me. three band aides cover it now.

kids klub letters have to be written, and posted out this week.




i just want it to be next Wednesday already.



(further seems forever)

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