Physically ill. Mentally okay-ish. If it were not for these pains, I would have been feeling really good.
Physically ill. Mentally okay-ish. If it were not for these pains, I would have been feeling really good.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I hope you feel better soon, Pensive and Maddie.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
Chirpy
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
Under pressure...
We were the Leopards, the Lions; those who'll take our place will be little jackals, hyenas; and the whole lot of us, Leopards, jackals, and sheep, we'll all go on thinking ourselves the salt of the earth.
~ Giuseppe Di Lampedusa
Thanks. I hope for the same...Originally Posted by Weisinheimer
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Annoyed, picked up the copy of Jeruasalem Delivered I ordered today at lunchtime. The edition I got doesnt have notes but thats Ok, however it has not been printed in verse format. The lines have been formatted together into prose, that is the last time I will be getting an edition of anything printed from The Echo Library.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Anxious - nearing the end of Brothers Karamazov...
I'm glad you told me, because I researched Mal De Mer Man on Google and got all sorts of strange responses that made no sense.
Well for once a concussion does someone some good. I'm happy for you! I get sea-sick as well and NO WAY IN HADES could I be a career fisherman and put myself through that torture.
Best let God handle these things. He knows where to inflict the damage. (-: You might have ended up a drooling vegetable if you had tried it yourself.
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Madness is my defense against Reality.
My one word for feeling today is: fine
Strangely awake, yet sleepy. My friend woke me up at 8 am, texting me from Camp.
Shall these bones live?
I can't sleep. Took some sleeping pills a couple hours back and it didn't work either. I mind as well drink some coffee to feel better.
Physically very weak.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I feel energetic, despite the number chores I had to do today.. All that and exercise too
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
sick. There's some sort of stomach virus going around.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
World-weary
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
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