10 July 2007

I just made myself a cup of English Breakfast even though its nearly time for English Lunch. I noticed theres some long division on the wall in the pantry thats been painted over. I got a kick out of that. I like picturing an IB in there figuring out someones life savings with a Sharpie while he waits for his Gevalia.

"Sometimes I feel like a lone sugar packet in a big cup of black tea. Just a little dab of sweetness swallowed up by an angry storm world."

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