stream of consciousness

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I'm on a train reading a newspaper.

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I briefly wonder how it is that, without fail, there's always maybe five copies of mX in every carriage. Who buys a newspaper just to leave it on the train when they're done?

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There's an entire section entitled 'goss and glamour'. Fascinating. I never fail to be amazed by the voyeuristic zoo built up around the social lives of media and sporting personalities. I don't really care about the dating scene of Hollywood, or about how low-cut whichever new actress' dress is at whatever awards event they're holding this week is, but I guess someone somewhere does or there wouldn't be a paparazzi.

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I guess maybe the mystery newspaper people figure that it's better to let the newspaper get used again by another commuter, rather than abandoned on the coffee table until it gets thrown into the recycling.

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Maybe the newspapers are put there by the staff as a service or something. It'd explain why there's only ever mX, never the Age or the Herald or whatever newspapers we have these days.

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Or maybe it's just that, since mX is so thin and void of substance, it's the only paper that people finish with on a train. Or maybe the other papers all have things useful to people in them, like job ads or stocks or tv guides or something. It occurs to me that I've never really sat down and read through an entire newspaper.

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Oh, this is my stop. I put the newspaper down and get out.

Now I'm at home and I'm trying to reheat leftover chips and sausage rolls from the family's dinner in between Sartharion attempts. I wonder if I need to be eating more greens, and decide that I probably should.

A while later. I'm heading to sleep. Tomorrow is Thursday, I think. I don't have to do anything on Thursday; hooray, a day of rest!

It's maybe midday now and I'm waking up. A little later, I'm doing... nothing. I'm idly wondering if I should maybe go and hang out with someone, or maybe go urban exploring or something. I still feel tired like I did last night, but no longer feel like doing a relaxing nothing for the whole day.

Man, I think. I can't wait until TAFE starts so I can have something to do on Thursdays.