Sometimes I just want quiet. The hum of the a/c. My girlfriend fights with me too much. Familiarity breeds constant bickering. Maybe its me. This hamsterwheel life is a tough mental cookie to chew. Gone, there, gone there and gone. Sounds like a german sandwich. My room is super quiet and large. I can hear the ceiling fan sigh. I wonder if it gets tired, not that metal and fibrewood have feelings but maybe they do.
Just took a shower, downloaded a cure record and made arrangements for a spoiled person. Going to look for egg salad.
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