| | The heat in June is the reminder of upcoming encounters.
There is indeed the smell of summer when I wake up to the chirping of birds. And I still cannot convince myself what has been my daily routine, primary concern, and main subject of complaint, is all left behind with the track of time. All the sudden, chunks of time became available, which makes my night strangely uncomfortable. (Although I did rot my brain in front of Comedy Central for hours.)
I'm bad at this "having nothing to do" thing.
Though unbelievable it seems, I have many reasons to be content. The vestige of the disappearing predomination is a stable and fun job that I can rely financially on, a surreal vacation(escape) that I greatly look forward to, and at last an ambitious challenge that I fearlessly anticipate. Hence, getting my hopes up is the cure against every lengthened minute.

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| | Posted 6/1/2006 9:27 PM - 20 Views - 28 eProps - 17 comments
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