11:05 a.m.
False alarm. The furnace van pulled out so I thought the coast was clear. Sadly, there is still someone left in the basement working away.
Hope I get to work today...
I've got my head, but my head is unravelling,
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's travelling.
I've got my heart, but my heart is no good,
And you're the only one that's understood.
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