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sean:
Oh shit the shade of the clouds just got that much deeper and my god its actually kind of amazing. Too bad these things look like shit when photographed.

nobo:
-6.30 a.m. hit snooze
-7.00 a.m. wake up, shower, eat breakfast
-7.45 a.m. leave house, pick up buddy
-8.01 a.m. arrive at work
-8 a.m - 5 p.m. work
-5.30 pm - either basketball or running
-7.00 pm - gym
-8.30 pm finally get home for the day, eat a sammich, browse the web, watch tv
-midnight - oh shit, time for bed

RedLion:
I woke up in my girlfriend's bed. She was already up, watching an old episode of Gilmore Girls. We fooled around a bit, then got dressed and went to breakfast.

Had Econ class.

Went to the library to use the computers there.

Had Advanced Spanish.

Went to Coffeeshop. To get some coffee.

Went to Latin American Politics class.

Came back here. Went on computer.

Boring day.

carrotosaurus:
Wake up.
Take a shower.
Go outside and start car.
Scrape ice and snow off car.
Slowly drive to work in the snowstorm.
Get to work late.
Sit at computer browsing the web and waiting for phone to ring.
Answer two phone calls.
Eat lunch.
Answer three phone calls.
Drive home in the what has now become ice storm.
Shovel the driveway.

That's as far as I got. Kind of depressing...

est:
On a typical day I wake to the sound of far-off drums and with the slightly acrid tang of woodsmoke in the air.  I wipe the sleep from my eyes, the spiders from my pillowcase then make my way downstairs to the bear gallery for my morning wrestle.  After washing the blood and offal from my person in a nearby brook I dress myself in the leathers handed down to me when the High Father Mercury was laid to rest, shunt my cap to a rakish angle, then head out to work.

At work I sit at my desk and stare at a computer screen for most of the day because we don't really have all that much to do around here.  Sometimes I get up and go for a walk to talk to people around the office.  Sometimes there's something simple to go fix.  I get coffee downstairs at lunch and grab something to eat.  The afternoon drags on most days, and as the sky darkens approaching the time to head home my heart is filled with a dread that slowly turns to steely determination.

The screeching usually starts when I am halfway to the station.  They never come out until after dark, so most times I make it to my train without incident.  On the off chance I work back I keep a small stack of plastic-coated playing cards on my desk to ensure I get there safely.  The train is covered in hundreds, maybe thousands of small black studs spread out evenly across its outer surface.  They know not to approach the train.

I'll normally pick a few things up from the store during the walk home from the train station and either make a smallish dinner or just buy some thai or indian or something like that instead.  After dinner I dunno, depends on the night.  Watch some TV, play some games.  Sometimes an intruder gets in and we have to burn the body.  We have a medical friend who gives us money and sometimes barbiturates or ketamine in exchange for non-diseased organs, so it's not that bad.

Later in the evening a slow, constant thrumming will generally start up behind my eyes.  At times the thrumming will shift through fields of static in a fashion I can only compare to the sound of someone attempting to tune a shitty car radio while underground.  During these times I may hear brief snippets of the following:

- ragtime piano.
- morse code.
- gutteral muttering and/or whispers.
- my dead grandfather repeating "Oh Jesus" over and over again.
- radio commercials from the 60s.
- children screaming.

I will generally start drinking heavily around 11:30.

By the time the Sandman comes I am ready for him.

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