Gods, I had to do somethin'. I ended up cleanin' the unused rooms. Did the windows, wiped the blinds, wiped the walls with Simple Green, mopped or vacuumed the floors, dependin' on whether or not they had carpetin'.
It didn't take long. The rooms were empty. I went for a mad run after that, and still. . .I couldn't stop thinkin' about time. 124 days at the absolute most, and I was gone from this insane locale.
I am so at peace some times, and goin' crazy waitin' for this sojourn to end at other times.
Oh, I have a lot of fun here, but it seems so shallow. Everything about this place is shallow. After all, it is an illusion. The real dream or nightmare from which we cannot awaken until we transfer out of here, then so many choose to come back.
Ye gods, I think I'll take a shower, then cook somethin'. See if I can give my mentor a run for 'is money in the gourmet department.
Probably not, but I can try,
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