I can’t convince myself today is Sunday, and I don’t even really know why. It’s not that I’d have to work tomorrow, heh. Not that the gay pride was yesterday, because it feels like it was two weeks ago (weird: I have only slept from seven to half past noon, and I’m not sleepy at all—I guess I will fall like a brick at midnight sharp). Must be that this week has been over particularly fast. That’s the drawback of going out every night, and I had forgotten it. When you look back, the months seem to have been well filled, but on the spot they go by faster. When I didn’t do anything at all, it was the exact opposite. I’m not sure which I prefer. Uh, nah, actually I’m quite sure.
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