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In theory, I don’t work on Thursday so I can get a bunch of writing done. But I consistantly get so depressed sitting alone in my apartment all day that I can rarely concentrate enough to be useful. Today is a very good example of this. I think in the future I will do my writing on other days so that on Thursday I can go out to a coffee shop or park or museum or library or pier somewhere and just read.
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