Wednesday, July 2, 2008

My job

I really like it, actually. I mean, I'm dead tired and my feet hurt by the end, but I get to think about whatever I like
If I want to sing the musical Sweeny Todd in my head, I can.
If I want to talk to myself in French, I can
If I want to throw stuff at people...I can't
I can not now remain in my house for more than two concious hours and be sane.

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