stuberosum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work work work all we do is work work Working, working, working all day long. And I'm tired. Then out of the blue I thought thing I would most like to do right now is catch a train home lying on a seat with my head on my (now ex) girlfriend's lap and lie there half asleep with her running her fingers through my hair. So now I'm tired and melancholy. And amused now because I was considering the chances of someone on the train playing the part of my ex. Heh heh heh. Probably not too many would go for it. And my hair feels dirty too - well it does in my mind when I actually patted myself on the head to check it felt fine. So - tired, melancholy, amused, dirty, and wrong - no wonder my head feels so full. 5:16 p.m. - Monday, Jun. 07, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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