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It's not what you think. I'm trying not to say too much about where I work, but I guess that what I've said on Barbelith so far just makes it sound wacky, so I'll say this: the guy who's sleeping lives here. He doesn't work here, he lives here. I work here. I'm not allowed to sleep, although I am allowed to read Harry Potter at work. And I'm allowed to watch tv, and eat the food in the fridge (which I didn't buy), and um...I don't know. I was thinking of bringing my paints tonight so that I could paint a picture at work, but I'm a bit embarrassed of painting in front of other people. I don't mind showing my paintings to other people, or giving them to them, but I don't want other people to see me painting. I guess I should just bring my paints here sometime, since there's never anyone awake out here except me, and even if someone wakes up, they're not allowed to hang out in the living room at this time of night. Yeah, so I basically get paid to hang out while a bunch of people sleep.
Dammit I say way too much about my life on Barbelith, and on the rest of the internet. |
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