The Temp Hasn't Been Away

I am still right here, where I've always been. So one day, if you are bored, by all means "comment me." I may not be able to read you, but I do miss you honey.

The 8th Sin

I was buying my lunch today when I saw the images of chaos in Russia on the cafeteria's television. Cameras capturing naked children covered in blood, people passed out on the floor, shooting and anguish. A camera was shoved into the face of a little boy who, after three days without food or water, couldn't even talk. This was brought to me as I stood with my tray of Diet Coke, a plate full of rice and meat, heading for my cosy table underneath the Institute of Education's warm lights. You can imagine how sick I felt.

Then it's the weekend but I'm too tired because I've been filing all day and learning all this information relating to registering new students, and somehow trying to push out of my mind the barbarism taking place thousands of miles away. I also forgot one of my best friends' birthday. I'm powerless to change the errors of others aswell as my own. I don't know where that leaves me but it's not a good place for starting the weekend. I guess I'll just have to get used to a life of platitudes (my own at least).

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