futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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autopilot
The new theatre building.
It’s going to take a herculean effort to get me out of the hole I’ve dug. And now I’m ill. Listless. I wish that life had autopilot so I could cruise through the next two weeks. But if I don’t work now, I’ll have to work into the night and then I’ll get even sicker.
19:11:42 - 2000-12-02
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