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Coffee: Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee
It’s been so bleak lately. I was reading an article about impeachment, it was going over the codification and standards laid out by the founding fathers, and there was this ink-print picture at the top of four men, Jefferson, Adams, sitting by a table. And I thought about what it must have been like to be fat and sweating in the 1700’s, head slipping around in a powdered wig. When it took two weeks to get a letter to where it was going, there was nothing to distract you from big, unreachable ideas.
I got gas the other day. There was a lady in a camo shirt across the pump. She looked cold, but not enough to put a coat on, and busy, but not enough to deter her from five minutes getting gas. She had a big truck, a full tank, a look like ‘I don’t need this.’ I wonder where she was going? I’ll meet her online, of course, by chance, anonymously, but never with the threat of having to get along.
Coffee thoughts. 2am string-outs, mid-morning breaks in the employee lounge. Still trying to find the best in us.
Currently Reading: Another Country, James Baldwin
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New day yawning
Audioslave, Gasoline
Another day of solitaire
House is honest
Clearly more than I can bear
Drag me off
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