Very sweaty. It's far too hot and humid. Ugh.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not.
Panicky
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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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-cuggles!-
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I'm panicky too! Or I was at work. And the heat and humidity didn't help. No friggin air conditioning at work and an anxiety filled day.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Sad and lonely.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Apprehensive in one regard. Absolutely glorious in every other.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Getting worse by the moment it seems. My world is coming a little undone at the moment.
Panicky
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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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Feeling poorly with a sore throat...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Feel better Scher *hugs*
Bien - Try some tea and honey. It always helps me
I'm a bit better today. Tired physically and emotionally, but a little better.
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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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Exhausted but very happy!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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