4am coming home from work
7am somebody comes to read the electric meter, hurray...
after some more hours of sleep. coffee, good morning!
I have to go to the post office to send christmas cards
on my way to the subway station
yeees, that's just how I feel today...
entering the dark side
nice and dirty bus window
I have a mini job since .....ever. I sometimes think about quitting it but then it's only twice a month for a couple of hours and it makes some nice extra pocket-money. This part of the city is not that nice, industrial. The office building is not nice either. but reflections are
I have a sore throat
this gives you an idea of the atmosphere of the building :-)
Marilyn is leaving the building
looking at the ceiling of the elevator- a bit of glamour at last!
I missed the bus and walk a bit. the golden arch says hello and wants me to buy hot chocolate.
empty bus
almost empty subway station
10:30pm late dinner
howling, then sleeping.
5 comments:
Jasmin! Hello!
You felt like Marilyn on the 20th? Atta girl! So great to hear from you, my roomie - and see abit of your life.
What the...4 AM, I had to read that twice.
you know diamonds really are a girls best friend :)
That moon was worth a howl- oh wait I think I caught your sore throat...blast
I hope your sore throat feels better. I love your early dark morning shot. I had to be on the bus by 6:10 a.m. yesterday and it was dark like that as I made my way to work. I hope you feel like Marilyn most days - except with out the insecurity and pain : )
I got your card with nose yesterday, which made me smile. I thought I didn't get any mail at all...but then later in the night I discovered that all my mail was mixed in with my neighbor's pile, and I had envelopes from you and Camilla. What a treat!
Wishing you a merry Christmas.
actually I didn't feel like mm at all that day. And I would sell my best friends for sure if they were diamonds :-)
It's so nice to hear that the nose made you smile!
hi Jasmin, hope you're better by now, as everybody all around is sick at the moment...!?
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