the day seems to get longer each day.
usually by mid-afternoon, i would find myself with too much time at my disposal, and restlessness would hit me like an irrepressible itch. the seat is getting too warm for comfort, i would think to myself, and take it as a signal for me to pack up and move on to wherever my instincts bring me to.
so in order to kill time, tea and books have become my weapons of choice.
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