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Vicky and I cleaned the apartment today. She covered the kitchen and her bathroom and I cleaned the front room, my bathroom and a little of my room. It looks so much better, but I am absolutely freaking exhausted. I am also cleaning squirt and doing laundry, applause for productivity.
Tonight is the fiesta. As of now, I’m so not up for it, but it wont start until like 8 or so, I imagine. I have time to rest. Not that resting will actually make me feel better. No matter how many or how few hours of sleep I get, once I wake up, I feel like I’ve been up all night just to get hit by a bus.
Searching for the exit:
Reading label after label,
Looking for the key
To the locked door of mortality.
Not to worry,
If this door remains closed,
There is always an open window.
She wont throw away this key,
No, she will swallow it down,
And another, and another,
With a dose of jaded reality
That she’s long since grown immune to.
As she lay her head to sleep,
She thought of her parents faces:
Confusion, anguish, questions as to the cause.
She, hands shaking, took down her last words,
“There are no mistakes.”
Ok, it has been a few hours. I’m ready to party.
Tonight is the fiesta. As of now, I’m so not up for it, but it wont start until like 8 or so, I imagine. I have time to rest. Not that resting will actually make me feel better. No matter how many or how few hours of sleep I get, once I wake up, I feel like I’ve been up all night just to get hit by a bus.
Searching for the exit:
Reading label after label,
Looking for the key
To the locked door of mortality.
Not to worry,
If this door remains closed,
There is always an open window.
She wont throw away this key,
No, she will swallow it down,
And another, and another,
With a dose of jaded reality
That she’s long since grown immune to.
As she lay her head to sleep,
She thought of her parents faces:
Confusion, anguish, questions as to the cause.
She, hands shaking, took down her last words,
“There are no mistakes.”
Ok, it has been a few hours. I’m ready to party.