No sleep. Why, hello, cranky b***h.
I've rediscovered my love of PB&J. Such a classic.
The dead cat by the road is gone. It was a really cute cat. Someone either got rid of it or raked snow over it. I seriously would have gone out and dug it out and stuffed it in my car and asked Krill Dog what to do with it, except it was gone. neutral
Watched a documentary on dead heads in Sociology. >_> It was really stupid. The researcher woman never referred to them as a "man" or "woman" -- just "the dead head." I know you're supposed to distance yourself for research, but not when you're studying people in such a personal way...
I had a good presentation for English, I think. I tried hard. You could tell I was nervous with the way I stumbled over reading the first passage. I never stumble, except when I'm nervous. I hate stumbling. So uncouth. stare
Enjoying The Pooh Way.
Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Clottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Pooh has so many good universal truths. It makes my heart warm. I love the idea of just Being, and letting other things Be. Meddling is so overrated.
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ASK YOURSELF in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity..." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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