All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
Mood:
exhausted
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
something something
Dammit.
Feeling like I need to update but as soon as I open up the page, I draw a blank. Hate that.
Things I could discuss:
1)cramps and back pain
2)my foray back into calligraphy
3)why I just downloaded a whack of old Art Bell "Coast to Coast" radio programmes
4)my utter disgust at how being off my feet for two days can turn my house into a filthy pig sty
5)my utter disgust at myself for not having the ability to clean for more than a few minutes at a time without the urge to either throw up or pass out
6)being itchy (no, I didn't lose a "b" there) - the joys of dry skin
ugh.
I'll figure it all out later.
soundtrack: Ciara - "1, 2 Step"
Feeling like I need to update but as soon as I open up the page, I draw a blank. Hate that.
Things I could discuss:
1)cramps and back pain
2)my foray back into calligraphy
3)why I just downloaded a whack of old Art Bell "Coast to Coast" radio programmes
4)my utter disgust at how being off my feet for two days can turn my house into a filthy pig sty
5)my utter disgust at myself for not having the ability to clean for more than a few minutes at a time without the urge to either throw up or pass out
6)being itchy (no, I didn't lose a "b" there) - the joys of dry skin
ugh.
I'll figure it all out later.
soundtrack: Ciara - "1, 2 Step"
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