4 hours, the Jamaicans, the Rastas, cannabis and my stressed face. How does that work?
Move to France to look at opera, then some dance...what kind of studying is this really?
So im not a good little worker and these past few hours of 'work' have been odd but enjoyable and I'm feeling a little confused.....if this has infact been somewhat, well at a push, a study session I should relax, go out, have a pint and be pleased maybe? or..then again have I done shit all and just pretentiously pranced around what it is I need to do, to no knowledge of myself....
Inside here, is a little girl who is curious but does not expand, focused but too playful to attend and far too unreasonable to be responsive to any reality...crap.
One pint will not stay as one, and this thought process will unravel all evening if ignored...
It's raining now, I'll take my hint, I'll save myself the lengthy follow up that greets my head and tummy.
I am young, I'm a kook, I will be silly and that much is true.
I have wine downstairs.....nevermind. I'm Irish. Thats my excuse.
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