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Fresh Malt brown bread straight out of the baker is amazing. I cannot eat prepacked sliced bread from the supermarket anymore.
The difference is too bad.
Where my phone!? (Yes, i've called it)
Waiting for the election results- so rather edgy!
Alllllllll riiiiiigghhtttt.
floating with happiness and relief. My candidate has (apparently) won. "Free at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty we are free at last."
Ditto!
I haven't felt this good since just about exactly four years ago.
ditto too (would that be "tritto"?
Tired, and annoyed.
Lost my clock-ring which was pretty convenient to keep track of time and now I don't know if I would be able to find an affordable one somewhere close!
mellow yellow
It's all that smoking you do.
OK - you drink your voddies girl...and I smoke this - then compareQuote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Cheers! I'm having one right now!
:cheers2: That's cool. Nothing wrong relaxing with a nice Pint of Vodka...!
Pint? No, no, no! YOu give me too much credit!
'Enzaed
A part of me feels worried but generally, I feel good. :)
painful
terribly restless
congested
Sassy. Thank you, finals week.
Amazing. So damn good.
tired
Exhausted! It's been a marathon session at work since Christmas time.
Feeling quite good and having fun with my nieces.
Really nice.Because I have a little work today and tomorrow I will get a long vacation.I am now dreaming about it.
good, i'm taking wednesday off as i have a Bosso Nova thing on tuesday nite
Sore. I'm just so smart for not stretching before my run.
Sleep-deprived.
Tired....
unappreciated :(
Anxiety relatively low :) ;Sleep deprived, and left knee aches.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Rested which makes the world look different.
Eh, bad and good; I'm sick and sleep deprived but I took a nice evening walk to the river and saw a huge beaver, which is pretty rare.
At peace.
crappy
I was just thinking that tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow: it just creeps in this petty pace from day to day and it will feel like this until the last syllable of recorded time and all my yesterdays slowly flaming out like a brief candle. Maybe life's but a walking shadow, a poor player. Maybe we strut and fret and strut and fret on this stage and then we are heard no more. It is a story told by a damn idiot, full out sound and noise and signifies nothing.
Then again, sometimes, on a Friday - i just Dance and Dance and Dance!
Yeah, but laugh a little, too. You didn't ask to come to this stage of fools, and you're not going to like it when it's time to go. So make what you can of it. Stand up to a few bullies. Make a few friends. Get laid while you're in town. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, eh?
I'm better than ever.
Pretty awful, I've had chronic insomnia for months and I still need to get a blood test to find out why I keep getting sick.
It's morning. The sky is blue. The grass is green. I don't have anything pressing that needs to be done and I had a good night's sleep. I feel pretty good.