August 15th, 2004

Find my soul

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Stacey finally left yesterday morning. Yet my weekend was over as quickly as ever. Why? Because I spent most of it asleep, catching up on the rest I had lost.

I can't draw.
I can't write either.

It was always presumed when I was little that I would grow up to be a bestselling author. Apparently not. I don't have any talent for that kind of thing any more, or any original thoughts for that matter.

Guess I'll stick to factory work.
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