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Sitting around the house, listening to "End Times" by Eels. Relaxed. Mellow. Half dazed and drifting. Mr. E always know how to sing me to sleep when I need some help relaxing.

Long weekend in the office alone. I used to love days like that, no one around to bother me or have loud conversations about shit I don't care about. I still don't miss the latter, but I am starting to miss people when they're not around.

Still a misanthrope to the bitter end, but lighter than I used to be.