This can usually be found on Twitter.
For starters: now I can actually smell how badly my room stinks. On the good side, this means that my nose has recovered almost fully. On the bad side, well ... apparently I'm going to be very busy tomorrow night.
Another thing: my soul officially belongs to my boss, until the next installment of work is done. Oh help.
Am feeling really lousy tonight, and it isn't just the CA tomorrow. My life is really, genuinely pathetic. I'm just going to go sleep and whine about it in my dreams now. When I wake up tomorrow - if I wake up tomorrow - I'll give a damn.
(p.s. Some purty lyrics. Good night)
This post was posted by Unknown at 1:47 am
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."