Saturday 8 August 2015

16-32-64 twenty-nine


It's 9am, I'm thinking to myself as I finish breakfast and consider what to do with my day. I should be settling down to a desk, switching on my PC, complaining about my emails to whomever I share my office with these days. I should be worried about the price of groceries; reading the news online before tackling my emails, complaining about the weather. None of these things are part of my normal day any longer.

It's also a Saturday. What use would I be when I don't know what day of the week it is?

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