a tuesday evening, and i find myself logged in again.

work - school - maybe class - sleep - routine - routine - same...

and it drives me a little bonkers.

people come over, occupy daylight hours, then sleep occupies the evening. i am a machine, a cog, a spoke of the man. one more number on a graduation statistic sheet, one more local taxpayer, just one more breathing shitting fucking...

oh, so whaere was i...

i believe i was on tuesday evening. i think i may be disgruntled, perhaps tired.

...i think it is hard to love someone so far away, ...living some dual life of how it is in their company and in their absence.

it is curious feeling, and new,...always new... not bad, but different.