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This was easier than I thought it'd be.
This was easier than I thought it'd be.

It must have been something I ate. I tried to stir-fry last night but I was distracted and ruined the whole thing. The rice ended up too oily and the meat overcooked. Then as I slept I had strange dreams of working at the office and my alarm clock. I don’t know whether to write jokes or tragedy.
My girlfriend broke up with me. Fortunately I’ve found myself not heart-broken, yet still troubled. There are many things that I began to think about: How will I spend my free evenings? How will this affect our friends? Is it too late to ask for my toothbrush back?
I’m writing this from the train. This morning I’m off to see a someone and I have a writing job in my bag! So hopefully it’s a taste of things to come. Holland in misty green and blue zipping past the window, train station sushi for breakfast. Given my stomach condition this morning, though, the spicey wasabi is probably not a bright idea.