My life has been. Sorta, in a way, unsorted lately. With the all the trappings of someone caught up in a brisk walk from there to there. So much so that when i get home i don't want to do anything. Its an odd sort of apathy. You know the kind where you don't want to pick up the crumpled ball of paper you just dropped. "ohh i'll just do it tomorrow
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