SO.
I'm snowed in to Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School for the time being, hiding inbetween bookcases.
The librarians won't say a thing, they wanna be hidden too.
The weather's quite horrible here in the suburbs, snow has already covered the pavement and the rain's decided to return the favor and protect the crystals that make up snow flakes with a sheet of ice.
I'd rather be in a waiting room with wailing children or cleaning a trampoline. That was my other option.
Go to the SSN Office with my mum and aunt. And then return home and clean the trampoline in exchange for a day off. It seemed kind of great to me, to go, you know? But of course, I had something to do, something to give.
Cause it's like, the workers at the desks of those offices don't even realize how important and monumental their jobs are. What they are doing is distributing identities. In the waiting rooms, those mothers and fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins-- they're all waiting for their identities.
Singularity in the land of opportunity.
That's the world we live in, where no one realizes their own importance, you know? Everyone serves a purpose, it's nice if you really think about it.
I think I'm gonna figure out my purpose of the day, haha.
In the meantime, I'll give the few of you who will happen to stumble upon this, a song:
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