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[radianreverie]

Wake up [technically]. Wander house. Spend day in coma. Worry about obligations. Waste sunlight. Read Croatian poetry/stretch/study beginner's Spanish. Clean kitchen/living room. Shower. Dress. Meditate i.e. put on makeup. Leave house. Wake up [actually]. Listen to music in car with [old friend(s), one (or more) of several]. Smoke bummed cigarette

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[sharh]

reminds me of the days i spent unemployed. crawl out of bed at 4 PM, read on the back porch, do some designs, eat, go out all night with friends, stay up watching TV til the sunrise, sleep.

but that life lacked raw meaning/direction/raison d'etre, and i can only miss it marginally.

[radianreverie]

Yes, that last part is much of where I'm at as well. It was good coming home to it, but I'm ready for stimulation. I've been turning in job applications all over bloody Seattle and I'm enrolled in a community college (via Running Start, a program that releases me from the hell that is highschool while I'm doing my senior year) and will start on September 27th. That I look forward to. In the meantime I'm seemingly the last one with time to kill... But at least I can *try* to be productive.

Try being the key word.