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Under a glass moon
One word describes my day today (and yesterday)
I'll tell you what it is later.
I stayed up until 4 the previous night, because I was lying down, getting ready to sleep at 12, when a sudden burst of inspiration struck my brain and sending convulsions to the rest of my body. I couldn't find a pen to write anything down though, so I stayed up as thought after thought ran in one ear and out the other, depositing little nuggets of goodness for my brain to feast on.
The result? I'll be writing a story. If I'm feeling up to it, I may even post it here, if people are nice enough to ask. (And keep me writing, because those who know my past record on writing stuff...)
I spent the past couple days moving stuff. Heavy stuff. Stuff that weighs 5 times what I do. Quite a bit of those things. All day long. Just me and one other guy. As a result, I'm bleeding from my toenail, and my muscles are keeping themselves in shape by doing jumping jacks of their own volition. Good for them.
And the word of the day is;
PAIN!
I'm going to soak myself in a hot tub for an hour, maybe even writing stuff, who knows?
last modified Jun 23, 2004 at 22:31
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