The thirtieth was a disaster, a single day of depression and sadness. All for no reason. It was yesterday, the highlight of the day was leaving the freezing small flat for a cup of coffee in the cafe and listening to two old men talking shit at the next table, each one trying to be smarter than the next. It is turning into an old persons cafe, perhaps this is aprropriate.
The day was so bad that this blog was forgotten and left until a quarter to four in the morning.
Something is going to have to be done about the status quo.
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