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work is... dull. i can feel my mind slipping back into numbness after a brief interruption, a momentary widening of horizons...


did i make the wrong decision, take the easy way out? probably yes...

i hate my passivity, all the fears that are so much part of my life that often enough i don't even recognise them as such...

back to the start again.




[drop dead tired. got up at 6 am, took ch*'s horse out for a 1 1/2 hr. ride, got home, showered, fetched my glasses from the optician (i'm seriously wondering how the guy from the hotel will react when i tell him that one lens cost € 146.-), biked to work. at 3 pm the day felt like it'd been going on forever....]