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mousey, wake up—
you did it again.
you started dozing.
the further away it gets, the more last weekend feels like the kind of dream you wake up from, disappointed that it wasn't real.
tonight gives me a clear sign that I'm returning to the status quo I'm accustomed to:
free weekends, no plans, rot alone. live my weekdays like I'm a diver resurfacing. slowly but urgently. I am about to run out of oxygen but I know that I must be careful. at least dying of suffocation would be less painful than dying of decompression sickness.