Morning Pages - Prepare to be Assimilated

‘This carriage is two of eight’ drones the mono-toned announcement from the train speakers. I feel like I am surrounded by the Borg from Star Trek, no doubt I will be assimilated shortly. The coffee is ghastly, maybe they have put something in it as part of the assimilation process. Maybe we all have been taken over already, the three of us in carriage two of eight have all just done the robot thing and said ‘Yes, I am on the train’ into our respective mobile phones. I was going to try and scan people today, but am having doubts now as the guy opposite is way too camp for me to do this seriously. Seems his maid has pulled a sickie and he’s trying to get cover from an agency. He’s having a fit as apparently it means his flat won’t get cleaned till Monday. Is he on this planet? So the maid is ill, get up off your ass and do it yourself! What a gimp!

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