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Friday, March 19, 2004
Wednesday March 17th-Rachel,aged 26, A hopeful dreamer from Cumbria, UK
I woke up at 6am to the sight of a bright blue sky and the sound of birds singing. I sleep below a skylight which I leave open so that I can fall asleep looking at the stars. Now that the days are getting longer this also has the effect of waking me up as soon as it starts to get light.
After a quick walk with my dog it is off to work. I pass the same people each day: The three boys who kick a football to work (I think one of them is called Josh), the lollipop lady who says “hello pet” numerous children and parents walking to school and the man with the two black Labradors. Most will nod and smile if not say hello. That’s not because we see each other every day just because people seem to do that sort of thing here.
My work is repetitive. I often get told off for exergerating but I think that it is fair to say I perform the same task a million times over each day. Initially this leads to boredom but after a while I enter some sort of meditative trance. Accompanied by music I listen to on my walkman, which tells me “Its ok because someday we’ll be millionaires…it won’t matter then how other people treat you” the day passes relatively painlessly.
At home again I begin to write a story. Spend two hours struggling not to give in and go to bed. Finally I give in. Its not a great story and I know that I should really proof read it and tidy up the English but I’m pleased with it nonetheless. I go to bed and look at the stars, safe in the knowledge that for at least two hours that day that I did something with my life.
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