Monday, July 30, 2018

Every feather comes from skin, they hang their heads and breathe it in.

Back at the main office. So far so good. It's got good things, and everything I need. I'll have the afternoons relatively free. Even work some OT now if I want to.

Maybe I should get a weight vest. Or, fill a backpack with sand.

I'm sitting in a corner, which is good. Maybe I'll make a collage. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Read my science magazines during lunch, cut out the cool pictures. Because why not. To the poster-board store! Is there such a store? Nah, I'll be cheap and use sheets of paper. Easy storage. And they'll mark my time, like scratches in a prison wall. But prettier!

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