It's feeling less and less like I have distinct weeks and weekends. They're flowing in and out of each other. Today is Wednesday, it's half past eleven at the time of writing, and I've already finished all my classes. My week is becoming my time for rest, while the weekend is full of performances and work and apathy.



But who am I kidding? The apathy's invading every element of my life at the moment. I hardly know any more whether it's the weather, and my ability to maintain a state of jai ren has disminished and died, leaving me with nothing but a slow, well-heated death in this overly Western and supposedly civilised city.



(Eh.)








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