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I don't understand how I can feel so, darned, extremely tired right now. How can I be this tired while on leave? Beats me.
I'm done with questions for the day.
Should I watch the olympics, or search for my inner artist and start writing again?
Maybe both.
The weather is so warm I could kill myself. It's as if nothing would feel better than laying in a bath tub filled with ice cubes and scented hypoallergenic soaps with my clothes on.
Never ending.
Contemplating moving to a new blog. But I feel like I have no material worth making the move for. My eyes actually feel strained right now, all those black words on shiny white paper must've done a number on me.
And... I'm just feeling hot, hot, hot.
(and a little bit stupid.)
I feel like I'm so emotionally stable right now that nothing fazes me and things meant to change my thymic status just annoys me. Very, very hands off.
I'm going to sit down with a notebook or something and chill out right now. Sounds awesome. I have these deep, dark, stinky little thoughts that just need to be characterized and actualized.
I'm done with questions for the day.
Should I watch the olympics, or search for my inner artist and start writing again?
Maybe both.
The weather is so warm I could kill myself. It's as if nothing would feel better than laying in a bath tub filled with ice cubes and scented hypoallergenic soaps with my clothes on.
Never ending.
Contemplating moving to a new blog. But I feel like I have no material worth making the move for. My eyes actually feel strained right now, all those black words on shiny white paper must've done a number on me.
And... I'm just feeling hot, hot, hot.
(and a little bit stupid.)
I feel like I'm so emotionally stable right now that nothing fazes me and things meant to change my thymic status just annoys me. Very, very hands off.
I'm going to sit down with a notebook or something and chill out right now. Sounds awesome. I have these deep, dark, stinky little thoughts that just need to be characterized and actualized.