nodoby understands me like you, tom

Right, see, I did mean to write "nobody" but I couldn't bring myself to fix it.

In which I do talk a bit about writing, after all, but very aimlessly.

(buzz, buzzing for a while. work is still my feel-good drug, because it's the one thing in this world i can pretend to be in control of now. amused by the idea that in april i'll be independent and responsible. taking care of the mail. handing out user rights. all by myself. laugh, you fool. and the communal aspect of smoking: shared experience, shared cigarettes, cigarettes shared. still, trying to make this my last pack.)

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