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Good news, I finished that bloody essay last night. At 6:20am, no less, but finished is finished. Crawled into bed and found that it's really hard to fall asleep when the sun is rising through my blinds and the birds are a'tweeting. It confused my brain: "Go to sleep." "No, WTF? It's daylight." "I know. But I'm tired." "Don't wanna. I sleep at night, you dipstick." Needless to say, I'm really quite drained now. Will read flist properly in the morning.
Tonight at work, I cooked myself two donuts. Hot, fresh, and bloody good. Life was sweet, if only for a few mouthfuls, and then the euphoria wore off and I was left craving once more. I also burnt my tongue on the jam, but what's that I hear about pleasure and pain? ;)
I realise a majority of my flist haven't got the slightest clue what I'm on about here, but don't worry, I'll get over it soon enough.
Or I might not. We'll see.
To keep more of my flist (somewhat) interested, what did we all think of the photos of Addison's Anatomy/Medical Party Time/whatever the hell you want to call it? They look pretty shiny, really. I'm excited.
Tonight at work, I cooked myself two donuts. Hot, fresh, and bloody good. Life was sweet, if only for a few mouthfuls, and then the euphoria wore off and I was left craving once more. I also burnt my tongue on the jam, but what's that I hear about pleasure and pain? ;)
I realise a majority of my flist haven't got the slightest clue what I'm on about here, but don't worry, I'll get over it soon enough.
Or I might not. We'll see.
To keep more of my flist (somewhat) interested, what did we all think of the photos of Addison's Anatomy/Medical Party Time/whatever the hell you want to call it? They look pretty shiny, really. I'm excited.