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Retire. Go Mental.

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I wonder how Conan is dealing with it. I assume we’re both in the same boat. I’m with you, Coco. Exact same boat really. Except mine is more of a dingy. And his is a $40 million yacht. Besides that though, exact same boat. Finished one project. Now. Then. Right. In the back of my mind, I was expecting a black abyss. The black abyss. Land of the unknown. Each thought laced with… oh Jesus, what to do, nothing to do, what do I do?! Not exactly panning out like that though. Seeing as I do know what I must do. No abyss. Maybe just a mental week off. Chilling. All making me realise. Retire when you’re dead. People must go mental when they retire. Seriously. Fun at first. Then. Passing time. Just like kidney stones. Buckets of fun. Continue Reading »

Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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Currently. Sitting on a wooden step. Top of my stairs. Trying in vain to watch the tie breaker between Federer and Murray. Keep losing the wireless signal. My house is a skeletor. Bare. Empty. Nada. Moving apartments this weekend. I move tomorrow. Travel light. Two suitcases. A desk. My roommate has everything else. Moved to her new abode today. Coming back tomorrow for the bed. Also kindly left me a fork and a bowl. All one needs. Although the lack of a seat is more annoying than I imagined. And my neighbour’s wireless won’t reach as far as my bed. Gone are the days of borrowing milk and sugar. I think he may have turned it off on me. Just disappeared. Wuu. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »