One of those days

Today was one of ‘those days’ were you just want to get the hell out of there and go home and that last hour just crawls and crawls and crawls and suddenly you realise all these irritating little habits in people you otherwise like and then you wonder if it’s rude to lean forward and say “speak clearly” or to lean over and say “breath quietly” and then you realise YOU are doing it too. You are mumbling and breathing loudly and there is nothing you can do about it.

Well I’m home now and for some reason I feel compelled to take photos of clocks and nice relaxing big wide spaces. Maybe I should put my clock in a big wide space and take a photo of that?

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