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What to eat，where to visit，who to go with，when to sleep，how to make more money......
4am. Exhausted but can't get to sleep. Might go for a ride to the beach and watch the sunrise...
Its a really wild and weird situation born of my odd eccentric behavior and over-consumption of romantic poetry, but I sign up for facebook so I can message my childhood sweetheart and dream-girl-to-this-day who I haven't seen in two years a very long and heartfelt and incredibly candid message and she replies by asking me when my birthday is. Whether that's good or bad I don't know.
I can fit into bathers I couldn't before and summer is coming to a close - GODAMMIT!
I am home alone drinking red wine watching Indiana Jones and being annoyed by the party next door. the annoyed part is because it's a bunch of teenagers and I am old.
I miss the UK. I miss its weather (yes, it's true), the British countryside, the Lake District, Cadbury's chocolate, closed curtains, listening to conversations and actually understanding them, bookstores that sell books I understand. Sigh.
I'm thinking about this AWFUL nightmare I had last night. There was some kind of total break-down of law and order. I think it might have been zombies, I'm not sure, but in the dream I was at my mother's house along with everyone I care or have ever cared about, and I knew a great group of zombie-like people armed with guns were coming here to kill us all. In the dream I knew that my father's house a 20 minute drive away was impregnable, like a fortress, and contained a large cache of high-tech weaponry. But only I could get away to there, forced to stay with my friends and family and die with them or else abandon them to save my own skin. So I decided to stay and mount a feeble defence. We were all killed by these evil demons and that's when I woke up, but the dream seemed to last forever while I waited for the attackers to arrive, during which time I was in a pit of utter anxiety and fear, as for some reason I felt that the lives of us all were somehow totally dependent and under the complete responsibility of me.
Anyway, it sucked.
Occasionally sentences in Dickens's works make no sense to me.
"The summonses served, and his witnesses forewarned, the beadle goes to Mr Krook’s, to keep a small appointment he has made with certain paupers; who, presently arriving, are conducted up-stairs; where they leave the great eyes in the shutter something new to stare at, in that last shape which earthly lodgings take for No one — and for Every one."
I can't make heads nor tails of the part in bold.
I'm exhausted... bone deep exhausted that no amount of sleep is going to fix.
I should use most of the next five and a half hours to study math, but I don't want to, I DON'T WANT TO!!!
...But I will.
I am so Hunger Games that the movie is coming out on Friday.
right now?
life is hard...
but the doc still has the ability to...
ROAR!
I've gotta go to work in 45 minutes and I so wish it was the weekend
3.21.2012
Cotton clouds sail
upon a blue, blue skye
retreating to the Sierras
Bare oak limbs strewn
throughout my view
are cloven by towering
cedar and fir beyond
Nearer by a flowering plum
bursting with pure white
blossoms abusy with bees
Snug inside I ponder
the wind as Spring toils on
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY