These days, I feel that the days are all alike. This is not really the case. But that's the impression I have. It tastes the endless routine.
I get up tired. I sleep standing lunch. I leave for work. I yawn. I make my day. It's long. I eat sugar to give me a bit of bad energy. I arrive home at night. I am unable to think or concentrate. So I sit watching TV. Because it is the only energy I have. That let me wear it and think about for me. I think just go to bed. And here we go again the next day.
Yes, there are times, projects, a little light here and there, anti-routine. But it still tastes the routine in the back of my throat. It tastes the end of February when the weather kills.
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