en passant

So today was back to travail, after weeks and weeks unbridled. The end of holidays make me deeply unhappy, what to do now? now that I am unhappy. “Eat a big rusty nail and die”, would say my brother. “Stand still and look me in the eyes!”, always went my mom. My boss just studies the psychometric radars, and rumbles. I don’t listen. I stand by the filing cabinet, where I hided good books that make me feel both more and less alone. How hard does it bite having to go to bed before the first yawn has even stricken, and to be plunged back into routine, when July has been so good to me.

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