It was a weekend of much-too-shortness. Relaxation found itself subjugated to crisp abbreviation of length. Dissatisfaction melting into boredom. Denied even the rudimentary enjoyment of weekly routine.
I took a dozen trips to the trunk of my car, just to have a little space. The suitcase contents never alleviated my suffocation.
My dissonance was a taste I was unable to wash out with a dozen second breakfasts. I couldn't wait to come home and pour my mind into a coin-sorting tray.
9:25 p.m. - 2015-10-05
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