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One o'clock, Wallow in self pity
Four thirty, Stare into the abyss
Five o'clock, Solve world hunger; Tell no one
Five thirty, Jazz-ercise
Six thirty, dinner with me. I can't cancle that again!
Seven o'clock, wrestle with my self-loathing...
I'm booked!
Well if I bump the loathing to to nine I could still be done in time to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness...
But what would I wear!!
Jahaaa.. Mijn mening verandert vaak. Niet dat ik niet weet wat ik zeg. Maar ik houd mij liever niet vast aan oude denkbeelden als nieuwe beter zijn...