July 23, 2017 2:00 PM

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(No, I’m not dead…yet.)

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July 19, 9:30 AM

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Yes, I know I’m up late.

I have work later tonight (Tuesday night was another day of vacation-turned-sick leave, with my finally coming down with some sniffles and a mild cough) and should be off to bed now, but I’m currently in the middle of doing something.

 

Something for myself.

Something that will keep me occupied.

Hopefully, something that will bring me one step closer to that revenge fantasy situation.

I swear, I will have my revenge — the best kind, SUCCESS.

 

In the meantime, I found ¬†playlist I found on Spotify that mostly resonates with my current predicament (minus¬†How Far I’ll Go by Alessia Cara, because I could never be sad when I hear something from Lin-Manuel Miranda!)

 

July 17, 2:19 AM

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After spending most of Sunday unconscious, Monday reared its ugly head in the form of a sore throat (most probably caused by getting rained on last Friday).

 

I always associated the smell of rain with your clean scent.

Most people I know hate it, but it’s the scent that I most associate with you.

Petrichor.

It sounds apt, your name and the scent I adore starting with the same letter.

Adored.

The scent I adored.

 

It’s another reminder that you’re not there.

 

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