the flow of work continues. release after release after release. the high of the presentation subdues into the monotony of the daily prosaicness. alone i sit in my office. the continuous flow of work before me. the aural company of shoutcast.com, the serene visuals on my desktop, the hip posters on my wall, and pictures of friends i pasted up to shelter my eyes from the supposed "natural white" flourescent light: without these, contentment would not exist in this prison cell of an office, a company, a city, a life.
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