Somehow I can see the end of the tunnel. But where is the light that normally shines from there? Does this mean my job is done here? Am I done here? Was yesterday a brief shimmer of hope or just a desperate attempt to safe everything before the inevitable apocalypse hits home?
Ah I am coming undone.
Plus the repro system must be charged with murder soon - it's killing me.
Saturday 18 October 2008
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