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February 05, 2004 - 3:36 PM Written After 29 Waking Hours I am currently experiencing the longest day of my life. I think. I've been up since 11 AM yesterday morning. I was at work for 26 hours. I will be getting the equivalent of a full week's pay for just one day's work (ok, one day and 2 hours). After work, I came home, took a shower, brushed my teeth, dropped off my rental car, and reclaimed my little Honda Civic from the Auto Body shop. Making money, spending money. It all evens out unfortunately. Wouldn't it be nice if the scales tipped so that an unbalance occurred in my favor more often? Yes. Yes it would be nice. My thoughts are all jumbly in my head. They refuse to settle down, to coalesce, corporealize, solidify. I know that they are there, teasing me; but attempting to make any sense or substance out of them is fruitless. So instead, song lyrics keep popping out of my noggin', which is very frustrating when you do not have the wherewithal to place where the lyrics come from. I am not functioning my brain. Someone needs to take advantage of my state and get me drunk. I'm sure that would be quite funny. Any takers? Busta Rhymes has a big physical head. Now I will try to stay up as long as possible so that I don't end up going to sleep at 5 PM and waking up at 2 AM, thus screwing up my new-fangled, day-oriented wake-sleep pattern. something more coherent will show up here next i hope. let's cross our fingers, eh? Now Listening To : Maria McKee-Life is Sweet Random Thought : like this entry wasn't full enough of odd thoughts. What I Just Wrote Before - What I'm About to Write
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