somewhere between tedium and terror a little to the east of fear and a little to the west of apathy is a space called me. and all the 9 to 5, the Mondays to Fridays, the filing and the unfulfilling filling of time smothers the me smothers it in a blanket of blah. Beige blah. and somewhere between the yawn and the scream, a little to the north of anxiety and a little to the south of resignation is a space called free. and in that space on Saturday night, when the phone stops and the typewriters shut down and the rolodexes stop rolling the me and the free get it together.
Back To Work Blahs? Cher Has The Cure.
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