Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Seven
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Up so late and I am still up so early.
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Barely half an inch long.
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I clean the whiteboard and make the lists while I listen to her talk about her screenplay. I already feel better. Maybe I just needed more space.
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I start with Madeleine Peyroux and then realize that this is not going to get me anywhere today. Let’s go with 90s Smash Hits.
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Sometimes a little bit of nostalgia does the body good.
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He says that I look happy, that something has shifted. I blame it on the music. Or, maybe it’s the whiteboard. I just needed to get it all out of my head.
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I’m trying to maintain my cool. Basically I want to fangirl. I manage to maintain my composure. I’ll get to see her soon!
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Just help me move on from this, Richard.
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Do I have the ability to determine what is actually an effective use of my time? Will effort on this task actually generate revenue?
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I do miss working there.
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He’s drinking 19 Crimes and we’re drinking Eroica. We tell him to please save the 2012 Beringer Private Reserve. Quarantine can’t last forever.
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Treehouse.