all day today i've felt frustrated, tense. i felt like the clock was my mortal enemy. i rush to get things done on the weekend but there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in those 2 days.the frustration brought me to tears over the most trivial thing, i guess it was my breaking point. after Damian came to my emotional rescue we cracked open the absinthe for a bit of green forgetting just like my friends Lautrec and Van Gogh did once upon a time. i'm nowhere near a fan of black licorice but the sugar cube tames it quite nicely.
.goodnight.
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