Sep. 2nd, 2005

Sep. 2nd, 2005 11:42 pm
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O_o

I'm getting mentally spastic. Seriously. I feel like there are several million things needing to be done at once, and it leaves me sitting still, smelling burnt toast and blinking randomly as the synapses tangle up.

...uh...

Gonna have a breakdown. Might be nice. But later. I need to stare into space obsessing about possible cleaning this week. Cleaning...yes...clean everything.

I smell....burnt toast!
O_o
One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright

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