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May 04, 2008 20:13
A lot of laying around. And waiting. And sleeping. Then I can no longer get comfortable.
I try some reading but I can't concentrate. I feel my grasp of language slipping.
Meanwhile, I want the spot to shine.
The well is dry.
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