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I woke up at 2.30 AM and couldn't fall back to sleep.

On the way to the bus stop I ran into a ghost from the past. It didn't felt good.

At the bus stop I saw a Bolognese-apparently lost, dirty, frightened, confused; It made me feel completely ruined. There was nothing I could do-I had to get on the bus and go to work.

I feel demotivated to smile, to sympathize, to bother. Wherever I turn I see little deaths. Even music doesn't help.

I wonder if the day will get even more fucked up.  Please, don’t take that as a challenge. Today I'm an easy prey.