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May. 7th, 2004 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Work do in an hour or so...
No need to panic...
Have agreed with coworkerboy that we are leaving at half seven.
No need to panic at all.
Much work to do. But no panic. Breathing easy. That's nice. Lot's of things are ticked off... but there are so many things, so many more things, and I am so crap and progressing them is so slow... I am so crap... oh I just want cocktails tonight, nothing, and then to leave and see people, or else to dissolve... like an icecube in a forgotten cocktail glass...
The scent of people... but nothing...
Oh
Something went wrong this week. It was me. I need to snap out of this. Last week was so good. I need to be more proactive and less responsive. Less sensitive.
I feel disgusting. I am. Horrific. Shaking.
Useless.
Where is that place into which we can fall?
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Date: 2004-05-07 03:31 pm (UTC)Hugs.
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Date: 2004-05-08 10:14 am (UTC)