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DUDE!
you're fucking crAAZy... i suspect you've been working way too hard for your own good.

it's nonfiction, btw. about my monday night.

and i expect a full report on my desk by tomorrow morning relating the juxtaposition of said pink fuzzbear's significance and author's x-ray student friend's academia-anemia, in iambic pentameter.

alternately, you could compose a haiku.

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Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

same here. although "early" for me is anything before 1pm.

i have been having such a hard time waking up each morning; feeling drugged. maybe cos i'm not really eating right, drinking enough water, and not exercising... oh yeah. that must be it.

what i did today, even though i knew i was wreaking havoc on my system, was this:

being late to work (as usual), i had 10 minutes to run and buy a sandwich to chow on before starting my shift. i hadn't eaten since the night before, and was therefore quite famished...

yawning, i ran-walked it over to the nearest quizno's down the block from my work

decided halfway down the street that the sandwich would take too long to make and i wouldn't be able to eat it anyway for a few hours,
plus i would be such a bitch to customers if i didn't wake up in some dramatic fashion,
so

i marched right into the starbuck's at the halfway point and killed my healthy appetite with a venti caramel frapp, knowing then i wouldn't be hungry until it was time to go home.

and now it's 4am and i need to get back to a normal schedule again.

i can't go on like this! stupid boyfriends and the stellar choices i make related to them!

..damn me! damn me!!

well, that's the whole reason why--
i didn't really like the whole rawness of it, the way they did it, anyway. i loved them before because their sound teetered on the edge of being very raw and slightly polished, you know? their ballads some of are my favorites of all time... and now they're a little past that yummy grey area. they're definitely harder now. so "early Pearl Jam" is me.

How's the state of hairiness doing ya?

Disturbing?
... uhm, no, not at all.

But the fact that you're studying to be in the health care biz in tandem with your connection with those lyrics does make me chilly -- just a little bit.

eeeek~

STUDY STUDY STUDY slave! More post when you get out of jail...