6.26 am I feel heavy. Like you feel when you try to haul yourself out of a swimming pool. Can’t open my eyes. My bones are weary. Head is heavy. And I can’t get enough sleep. Another half hour would be great. And what would be the point of getting up anyway? Another day of working from morn till night, dragging by myself from hour to hour, lying to myself that there is a higher purpose to this daily drudgery? […]

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