i am writing from the dusty basement of my otherwise beautiful two-story apartment, which i share with my roommate and friend, ida and our cats thelma and mischa. having recently chosen to make myself unemployed to the detriment of my sanity, i now find myself whiling away the hours in my 48 square foot bedroom. before the gaping chasm of ennui swallows me whole, i feel it necessary to keep a diary, chronicling what and how i feel on any given day. i don't know whether or not to classify this idea as a random outpouring of creativity or just a colossal waste of time.
join me.
maybe you'll learn something new.
maybe you won't.
no biggie.
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