This is only a summary of the last few days. You spent a large portion of time out with friends drinking heavy red wine in the early evening hours. You wrote a few features for the fairly well known publication that somewhat employs you to contribute. You went to work and only had to spend about fifty percent of your time wasting energy on anything. You spent vast sums of money on food and drinks without having any concerns for the bottom line in your bank account. You came home to your clean and beautiful Victorian home. You inhaled the wonderful scent of cherry blossoms multiple times while passing underneath them in the street. You pressed the strings of the old guitar until the sweetest sounds were emanating from its steel strings. You listened to a dozen records that moved you beyond compare. You received a package in the mail from a dear friend who loves you.
And still you are as miserable as the day that you were born.
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