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Feb. 19th, 2008 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI figure the third day is the day where you get to stop blaming yourself for the hangover and start bitching about the headache, right?
Currently I feel rather as though I've never once had an original thought, and that distresses me somewhat. Maybe I should set myself to embroidering post-modernism for the rest of my days.
There's nothing but white outside my window at the moment and that pleases me, because it could be anything out there in the fog. Tall graceful towers and wide ocean views, or the spire of St Michaels in place of a lighthouse, or the ducks in St James park looking up hopefully at the man in the ridiculously inappropriate sunglasses and his companion. Or your house, just across the road, so I can pop over (still in my dressing gown) and filch a cup of tea.
Currently I feel rather as though I've never once had an original thought, and that distresses me somewhat. Maybe I should set myself to embroidering post-modernism for the rest of my days.
There's nothing but white outside my window at the moment and that pleases me, because it could be anything out there in the fog. Tall graceful towers and wide ocean views, or the spire of St Michaels in place of a lighthouse, or the ducks in St James park looking up hopefully at the man in the ridiculously inappropriate sunglasses and his companion. Or your house, just across the road, so I can pop over (still in my dressing gown) and filch a cup of tea.
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Date: 2008-02-19 01:53 pm (UTC)Dude, come over. We can feel (hopefully less) crappy together.
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:41 pm (UTC)