The day was long. Ten hours seems like such a stretch with this job. I remember working ten hours days several years ago and it didn't seem nearly as bad. All things were relative then, with the school and work. We ate many snacks, including chicken salad sandwiches and guacamole. Not a bad day I suppose.
Tomorrow I'm going to do some cleaning, perhaps bake a cake.
I keep thinking of various topics to write about, but they slip my mind when I get home. So I'll rot my brain some more watching episodes of Cops. Looks like they're in the trailer park now with a guy overdosing on speed. I don't think I could be a cop. I don't think I could take this face to face contact with human misery. The last episode had a drunk, disturbing the peace stripper girl who was mad about a pack of cigarettes.
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