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and you know it didn't mean a thing

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first of the month and it had to be a sunday. sunday means a sunday morning means sleeping in, the pleasant, digressive part of the day, but it also means there's hell to pay in the form of a sunday night. nothing more desolate than a sunday night: nothing more given to reflection on the week past and what i should have done and should have said and nothing more given to reflection in advance on the spectrum of possible outcomes for the week ahead-- always insecure in the knowledge that in a week i'll be right back here doing it all again. and reflection on dreams, that double-edged sleepinlatemorning where you can keep rolling over half-conscious thinking "that was a good one" and slipping back into whatever sweet sunday morning dream it was, serialised, moving on to part two, the people you see every day doing the things you must secretly wish they would or why would you keep dreaming about it?

but those dreams cast their fantastical, mocking shadow over the rest of the day and the night, a night suited to little else other than watching the minutes slip by as you know the last week of life has: things no better or perhaps worse than before. and dreams still don't come true.

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