it's thursday and i have reports and analyses to do, all due tomorrow so i am playing inoffensive morning work music, the stuff that would make you cry or something if you were young and lost in life in your twenties, and in love or in heartbreak or something, but instead, it's just pleasant good tunes. the singer has feels yeah, but i am bopping my head along to the beat. i like that these singers feel their feels, and i like that i don't have the feels that they are singing about.
30, and thursdays, and the americano i made with espresso from the deli down the block in downtown brooklyn fills me with something i am looking for. i take a sip, and can't taste bitterness at all; it is almost sweet without being sweet, and it is definitely mellow. it is a nice bean, and i don't even know what bean they use.
february is just another month, and this is just another week headed towards its close. the temperature of the open window and the heater in my apartment are just fine.
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