I've taken a few days off from my vacation. That's right, I'm in one of the coolest cities I've ever been to, and I'm working, taking naps, and drinking coffee (of course.) I have a list of things I want to see and things that I have to get done, for example, buy deodorant so I don't smell, and none of this happens. Instead, I wake up early because the old lady in my room can't hear what a RACKET she's making, I go downstairs into the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and sit next to one of the other "lifers" here at the hostel. I read my leather-bound book of poetry and I make some waffels. I talk occasionally, mostly about how tired I am and everyone is, I read the paper, I smile
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