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July 12, 2018
It is today again: I am trapped in a cycle of todays that abut each other but are, in the reality of my mind, in my conscious thought and memories when I replay them, the same thing.
Each day has a fixed duration, days start early, but then it is usually later than I would like so I am already hurrying, skimping on my shower, the quick rinse of my hair, a short-blow drying until it is touch damp; on the way out I pick up everything and leave, hoping the night before I had put what I needed together.