restless life syndrome

Category : art

I remember a time when I was always waiting for something exciting to happen. 

And then many exciting things did happen, and most of them were unpleasant, and then I wanted nothing exciting to happen. 

I sorted out the text for my book in tidy piles last night. 

And I looked up a recipe for turnips and leeks. 

I did not do this. Which may reflect poorly on me.

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