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Nocturnal Dawn: Monday Blahs
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Monday, May 12, 2008. So it seems we have the Monday blahs. We can't seem to wake up this morning. It really sucks. The office is so cold everyone is wearing their coats and/or scarves to keep comfortable.* That really sucks too. I'm falling asleep at 10:30. This day has not started off well. I'm going home and having a nap after work. Norse god of mischief. Very fitting.
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Nocturnal Dawn: April 2008
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Monday, April 28, 2008. The Beginning of the End. So we move in like 3 days or so and it's pretty overwhelming. It's also cold in the office. I like dishwashing better. So the TTC went on strike on Friday night at midnight (technically Sat morning I guess) and thousands were left stranded. They gave us half an hour notice of strike. Friday, April 25, 2008. Wednesday, April 23, 2008.
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Nocturnal Dawn: November 2007
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Wednesday, November 14, 2007. They turn from amber into gold/ hell that’s just the nighttime putting on the pressure/ and I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog/ and held the hand of darkness in the mire/ and kissed its perfect lips only pretending it was you/ still wounded from your guns pretending it was only friendly fire/ friendly fire. Thursday, November 8, 2007.
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Nocturnal Dawn: January 2008
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Monday, January 28, 2008. Ok so my job is fairly simple. Here's a person, find out how to find them. My beef isn't with my job (this time). Instead it is with the male dominated corporate world. Now I know you're all saying "but we have equal opportunity in business now.". Well you would be very wrong. In my efforts to stay awake:. A) checked every email address I have. All but the ...
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Nocturnal Dawn: October 2007
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Tuesday, October 30, 2007. It took me a year to get here/ alone, 1am in an empty subway station/ bisexual and brokenhearted/ scraping by/. It took me a year to get here/ to a night of promise and regret and true feelings/ progression, not regression of friendship/. It took me a year to get here/ to scribbled lines on a train/ a night of revolution and self-discovery/ change/. I've d...
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Nocturnal Dawn: Falling Asleep Again...
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Friday, April 25, 2008. So for this afternoon's party for Preggers (her final send off before she has the brat), the staff thought it would be nice to have balloons in the boardroom. Isn't that awesome? Thankfully, that is all for this week. If you didn't know, you do now; Dawnie is allergic to latex. I've heard it open at least 3 times since. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Nocturnal Dawn: The Beginning of the End
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Monday, April 28, 2008. The Beginning of the End. So we move in like 3 days or so and it's pretty overwhelming. It's also cold in the office. I like dishwashing better. So the TTC went on strike on Friday night at midnight (technically Sat morning I guess) and thousands were left stranded. They gave us half an hour notice of strike. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Nocturnal Dawn: March 2008
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Monday, March 31, 2008. In this episode, a new employee joins the data entry crew. It's raining. I think it's the first real spring rain we've had all season. This makes me very happy. I even brought out Pink Coat for the occasion. Possibly the best coat ever made by anyone (coughzellarscough), it is the best pink and has the best buttons. Thursday, March 20, 2008. Ok, my office is ...
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Nocturnal Dawn: February 2008
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Thursday, February 21, 2008. I don't know if it is this place or me but I was fully awake this morning and not extremely tired (I also slept from 10pm until 7am) and now I am falling asleep, not even an hour into my work day. I really hate this. Now you all think "Why is she so upset? I found a one bedroom basement for 550$. I am going to figure out how to make it work. Back at scho...
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Nocturnal Dawn: Disconnected
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In letters and phrases, I pass the days. In poetic overflow, My emotion spills forth. In feverish verse, I become immortal. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. I feel very disconnected right now. I haven't seen my friends in what seems like years and all I do is sit around the house, go for stupid walks, and feel sorry for myself. I miss feeling like I have a social life and that people actually want to be around me for more than an hour. I miss my life. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
