it's another monday morning. another 45 minutes on the train sat next to some fat self-righteous bible reader who occupies half my seat plus her own and regularly shifts around as if to complain about the lack of room. forgot to charge my ipod again, runs out halfway through. another stack of e-mails to wade through, another three people to correct, another treatment to revise for the sixth time, another set of questions i don't even want to know the answers to. another facebook/hotmail/DiS/myspace check. every 10 minutes. another cup of tea. another file that doesn't play correctly and needs an hours run around to make work as it's sposed to. another thousand words. another day spent in the knowledge that, all across this city, people, people i know, are still asleep, will wake up, hang out, make some music, take some photos, do some writing, live their own lives.
another six and a half hours til hometime, then making next day's lunch, eating dinner, making some token effort to do something worthwhile then going to bed too early because i need to get up the next day to come back here. repeat ad nausea.
must find a way to reclaim own life. and be able to support self doing so. just a question of how?