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On 2002-06-22 at 12:36 a.m.... Midsummer's Day, then. The day on which the sun spends the most time visible, and the day which I filled by being in bed and then going to the pub. Also, the day on which England plummeted out of the World Cup, thanks to the most ridiculous goal ever. God it was heartbreaking. I myself feel pointless, because this is the first day in a long time I've done nothing. It wasn't even blissful laziness either, but rather that particular brand of lonely boredom which you know it's just best to wait out because it'll sod off eventually. I tried filling in one of those online quizzes, but didn't have an immediate answer to 'who is your favourite historical figure?', so I immediately felt undermined and stupid, and am now resolved to reading 'Crime and Punishment' in the most conspicuous manner possible. Applying for summer jobs: brilliant. All my friends bar one or two have suddenly graduated from university. We knew it was going to happen, but bloody hell. Nobody seems to have the foggiest idea what to do next, because 'next' has suddenly become 'now' and the world of the world is, without solace, its own kind of machine. My friend took me to a viewing at an art gallery the other day. Basically, I was there for the food. Best bit: a full-size, slowly rotating garden shed, complete with nearby artist worrying that it would catch an itinerant child unawares, and send it flying across the room. Perfect.
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