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I think that feeling we all desire of retreating into our personal bubble for space and sanity is churning in me right now. I suppose vacationing with human contact and feeling the intimacy of sharing a bed is nice, but I am tired. I am cluttered and bitchy, which I never like to be. I feel lethargic and.. regrettably have a spinning class at six. My stomach is bloated from last night. Ice cream and challah, and of course lemon curd *cringe*. I shall never eat again, it was all me paying homage to the glutony I enduce in myself by living in such a fat wasteland. And of course the small amount of smoke I enduced causing me to make that unforgetable snack binge run to our freezer. And I must say, the ice cream never tasted better. Midnight munchies are perfect for the moment, but when morning comes you suddenly awake to feel like a pregnant manatee who is recovering from an alcohol binge. Not sure if alcohol is in the diet the average manatee but then I suppose I should'nt be applying logic to this tangent. my mouth tastes of veggy burgers and ketchup, and I'm awaiting the response of stranger my accomplish to electric eyes.
My fingers are raw
solution; play more
guitar!
My fingers are raw
solution; play more
guitar!