Got up around nine. Wanted to leave for work around ten. Looked at the list of things to do for the old flat. Contacted the project leader via instant messaging and asked whether it would be a problem if I stayed at home. It wasn’t. I went to the old flat. Now it’s 5:07 the next morning and I’m ready for bed.
I don’t think I paid enough respect to our maids in the past. Cleaning a mere three room flat with around 60m² – I feel crushed. Into tiny pieces. And remade. Into a hunchback.
The neurodermitis patch on my left hand is growing bigger and bigger. Everytime I see it I’m surprised I have it. Pimples start appearing on my shoulders. I get up in four hours to hand over the flat. And after that... I dunno. Sweet comatose delirium.
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