:: bah ::
I can't believe i have to live through one of those Sundays i've always had to write about.
The one that goes ever so slowly and the one where it seems like there's noone around at all but yourself and the computer.
The one where you're supposed to do so many things but you end up falling asleep somewhere between 11am - 2pm and wake up real mid afternoon like now, feeling like so much unaccomplished trash.
I'm looking at my msn list and i just realized like. Out of a rough 190 people i only truly know less than 30. Or rather, that i'm only still in touch with a rough 30 and that the rest i simply just don't really talk to at all.
I need to get up and moving before i get hit by another wave of surging nothingness and self-contemplation.
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spoken. at 3:25 PM
I can't believe i have to live through one of those Sundays i've always had to write about.
The one that goes ever so slowly and the one where it seems like there's noone around at all but yourself and the computer.
The one where you're supposed to do so many things but you end up falling asleep somewhere between 11am - 2pm and wake up real mid afternoon like now, feeling like so much unaccomplished trash.
I'm looking at my msn list and i just realized like. Out of a rough 190 people i only truly know less than 30. Or rather, that i'm only still in touch with a rough 30 and that the rest i simply just don't really talk to at all.
I need to get up and moving before i get hit by another wave of surging nothingness and self-contemplation.
_
spoken. at 3:25 PM
