its a beautiful thing to look up at the clock at around 2:30 and realize that its actualy 4:30.  still 1/2 left, but were well on the way out of this place of work.  monotony falls to chaos at times.  must i answer the phone?  as i pick it up i find that i have waited just long enough so that someone else has picked it up already.  loud bangs and noises from upstairs worries us.  we sit full of curiosity for what goes on up there.  wondering if the static that cuts off the radio at times is cause by some strange equipment the tenants are using to make some sort of drug.  "I don't think so" I said after thinking for a while about various drugs and methods of making them as if i was the resident expert on this topic.  Its like im trying to write this like a story full of passion and stuff.  but these are the thoughts that flow through while trying to think poeticly.  ten more minutes have passed and I will wait this time out remembering that there is only now, and i will do what i do until the time comes to leave this office space.  I am here now, why worry about 15 minutes? 

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